<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158</id><updated>2012-01-26T12:26:45.983+08:00</updated><category term='drama'/><category term='TV'/><category term='songs'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='memes'/><category term='family drama'/><category term='movies'/><category term='family'/><category term='Celebs'/><category term='Gelare'/><category term='camwhoring'/><category term='musings'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dinner at Tiffany's</title><subtitle type='html'>Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces; 
Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun;
And I say it's all right.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7352561430042647255</id><published>2007-11-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:37:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;As you've probably already guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she has shifted. Get livejournal, bitches. Facebook too while you're at it so you can see my pretty and awesome pictures haha. I'll still keep this blog as it is, I suppose. And maybe even drop in an entry every once in a while. In the mean time though, I feel the need to restrict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Huda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7352561430042647255?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7352561430042647255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7352561430042647255&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7352561430042647255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7352561430042647255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-youve-probably-already-guessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1333715509733585395</id><published>2007-10-15T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:48.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cars on a cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stolen from &lt;strong&gt;slasherflick's&lt;/strong&gt; blog..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Actual Happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly as spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand"-Aldous Huxley &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I mean by "trainwreck appeal". There's beauty in wreckage. *Wreck of the Day plays in the background;her live set btw is AMAZINGGG* It's undeniable. No, not sick. Just different. You know what they say, &lt;em&gt;you shun what you dont understand&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm stunned by that quote. In complete awe. Almost like when I realised how pretty East Coast can get sometime last week. Says everything, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121288918975241090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ5I1ep24I/AAAAAAAABGw/MCzCSBYVxLA/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121289623349877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ5x1ep25I/AAAAAAAABG4/IQfBeYZ3SEU/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6fFep2-I/AAAAAAAABHg/9R1NKn770SU/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121290400738958306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6fFep2-I/AAAAAAAABHg/9R1NKn770SU/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121295601944353778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ_N1ep2_I/AAAAAAAABHo/gxSusEoGC58/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6P1ep28I/AAAAAAAABHQ/Qavu_kDxKgE/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121290138745953218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6P1ep28I/AAAAAAAABHQ/Qavu_kDxKgE/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121290022781836210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6JFep27I/AAAAAAAABHI/F4--ScUz4YA/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121289868163013538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ6AFep26I/AAAAAAAABHA/P3yY-tt_3w4/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why see. I told you. And that wasn't a lame spinoff/weak attempt at trying to be all "let's-do-panoramic(sortof)-views-today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, am faced with a shitload of things to think and ponder about. Using your friggin head weighing issues can't be all that bad sure. But my god. It's hell frustrating sometimes. Most of the time when nothing's a certainty and yet you somehow feel that sense of obligation towards... god knows who/what really. Man, I'm Confused Chick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been battling it out. All out. Pride? That needs to be chucked COMPLETELY aside right now. It'll be humbling, you can bet on that. But a lesson I need to learn, I think. We'll see. Besides, the eternal optimist has gotta stay true to her name. She tries to. Her darnest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121297234031926274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxKAs1ep3AI/AAAAAAAABHw/nG2qYbk1dNw/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole idea of THAT.. Well I can't help but break a smile. Key word being "idea", but it's alright cos Patience is indeed, a virtue. And each time I venture ANYWHERE near thinking of absolute crap, in this area at least, I'll think of that song, and &lt;em&gt;continue believing&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blogger's note: Hi, the dirt (like dirtiest of all dirt) is all in elllljayyyy. Yes, unfortunately for you loyal readers, I've decided to join the army of "I-need-my-privacy-so-I'm-controlling-readership" folks. So try your luck and get one already, damn it. Like Najib, Mudd and Clara. Awwh, they &lt;strong&gt;boulder&lt;/strong&gt;. Not rock. &lt;strong&gt;BOULDER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I will just let go; let you turn me inside out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1333715509733585395?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1333715509733585395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1333715509733585395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1333715509733585395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1333715509733585395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/10/cars-on-cable-stolen-from-slasherflicks.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RxJ5I1ep24I/AAAAAAAABGw/MCzCSBYVxLA/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3362680609299836100</id><published>2007-10-06T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so the truth spits out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaRZQYqauI/AAAAAAAABGY/QN7YUvmySv4/s1600-h/l342a9ba00000_1_13663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaRZQYqauI/AAAAAAAABGY/QN7YUvmySv4/s400/l342a9ba00000_1_13663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117937889634314978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all this is totally, completely 100% public, this will have to do. (: Awwh. L.A.W kicks ass. And I feel bad sometimes. But then I know I shouldn't. Cos everything happens for a reason. That each ship sails its own individual route and if it's over and done with, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't think there's a way to salvage it. Unless you start acting more human. Whatever. I couldnt care less. Since the day I realised how much it's all worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalties tested. And I made the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it all started from that, or not. But I've suddenly been feeling all "private" and shushed. Oh trust me, I've been updating, just on the other more PERSONAL one. Too bad suckers. It's locked and unfortunately, I customize my groups so even if you're my ljfriend, it doesnt mean you automatically get to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when the secrecy? Well, darlings, what I've to say is exclusive. So. Hahah. Anyway, it's largely because there's too much too little people know. So. And sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm no blonde who's gna type EVERYTHING out here. You know how some people do the dumbest of things on their open, like open Bianca of Othello  kinda open for all,  blog.  Honestly. Too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. It's only a matter of time before I shift permanently to lj. But but. I like this one here. ): How now. Main thing, go get an lj. Who knows. I may just invite you to my exclusive group. HAHAH. No but really. I love the whole, "I can control readership" thing. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One psycho night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaVJAYqavI/AAAAAAAABGg/J6FNHlFh0gg/s1600-h/Image875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaVJAYqavI/AAAAAAAABGg/J6FNHlFh0gg/s400/Image875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117942008507951858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I decided to be different that one night. Oh. Ronald's so hot. Not to mention sexy French Men who talked to ME yes ME at 350AM. Wow. Super omgomgomg moment right there. Hehe. And just for the record, I was looking pretty crappy. HAH. I KNOWWW. TOO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll just have you know that it makes me sad sometimes. I mean sure, as it is, it's pretty cool. But it makes me sad cos I don't think you'll ever know a connection of PROPER depths. Then again, ignorance is bliss. So. But heck, what about your principles?! Do you even have any!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, over at Aniszah's. And she's fast asleep that silly girl. Gosh, you've no idea how much I missed you idiot! I better turn in now. Sleeping never felt so good, like man, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luxury&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaXBAYqawI/AAAAAAAABGo/R_PBg5nvZLk/s1600-h/Image861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaXBAYqawI/AAAAAAAABGo/R_PBg5nvZLk/s320/Image861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117944070092253954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm a show off like that. And okay. Narcissistic, fine. Hearts you many many. Come folks, let's meet up. You know who you are. Sending all my love out to those who deserve it, hah what a bitchy thing to say eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm done looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3362680609299836100?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3362680609299836100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3362680609299836100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3362680609299836100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3362680609299836100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-truth-spits-out-since-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RwaRZQYqauI/AAAAAAAABGY/QN7YUvmySv4/s72-c/l342a9ba00000_1_13663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6583842201815401000</id><published>2007-09-29T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:58:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because if it were a slut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it'd be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got plenty to say initially. Then Facebook distracted me, and I realise that I'm suddenly out of words. Or maybe I just don't wish to say it here anymore. I'm REALLY considering permanently shifting to LJ cos it makes life so much easier. I mean, whatever's not here's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's going on in this head of mine is... undescribable? Ok. It's 458AM. I'm tired. My eyes are shutting. Have a good one all and I promise a better entry the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6583842201815401000?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6583842201815401000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6583842201815401000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6583842201815401000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6583842201815401000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5841198843036287034</id><published>2007-09-18T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:49.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special caffeine and special songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111237323100422738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ru7DQ84eglI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QPqSZ1tZCYU/s320/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First it was Never Ever. Then it was Buses and Trains. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All's good over here. And really now. &lt;em&gt;Everything connects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5841198843036287034?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5841198843036287034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5841198843036287034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5841198843036287034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5841198843036287034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-caffeine-special-place-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ru7DQ84eglI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QPqSZ1tZCYU/s72-c/Image153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6317700932759538890</id><published>2007-09-16T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:33:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I think God can explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off on a hiatus since I do need to buckle myself down and get really muggy-serious, here's bigggggggg treat. An all-in-one slide to boot! Pictures from Scott's birthday outing at Escape, the sleepover, to rocking days in school, Gelare goodness with Joyce and Marian and random shots of classmates and the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night's Lit lecture was amazing, as is the case with all Lit lectures. (: Hilarious how everything relates. Simply hilarious. Oh before that, Faith (Claudia's friend) came on down to SR so they could give a birthday surprise to Fang Han. Then, she ran with me! OMG. 4K in 25 minutes. SHE IS SO GOOD AT PUSHING YOU. Like for the better, cos wow. Highly motivating and stuff. (: Trains the mental strength. Felt like some kinda Super Girl after the run. Invincible babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lift to Parkway from Joyce's friend. &lt;em&gt;Joyce.&lt;/em&gt; Howww. Gah. I need some -. Met Tabby's fam too, cos they picked her up for Scott's birthday dinner. And Tabby, be GOOD now. Yeah, I'm crazy jealous. (Read my edited profile babe! HAHAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot rendezvous with Rachel Sexy See Friday night post night Lit lecture. :D I love this girl. A LOT A LOT. It was so awesome just talking to her, having the whole of Parkway to our stupid selfish selves, camwhoring like madddd, laughing my guts out and bursting into spurts of giggles cos we just can't help it. I swear, Starbucks is the place to just TALK. Ok, shall add Gelare to that list too and of course, Raimah's and the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Cut my hair! And I hated it at first till I kinda semi scolded the hair dresser till I got a four dollar discount. Damn girl. You're good. &lt;em&gt;(OMG AUNTY. I told you to TRIM my hair and I showed you exactly how much! And layer it a little. NOT SHAVE OFF HALF MY HEAD!) &lt;/em&gt;But everyone thinks otherwise. Haha, so okay it's neater and my ponytail has a better shape but but but! My curls!!!!! ): Sigh. Change is the only constant. Yes. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Till next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Huda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 380px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782125043249&amp;amp;site=widget-31.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125043249&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p1/216172782125043249/bb_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125043249&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p2/216172782125043249/bb_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=216172782125043249&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-31.slide.com/m/216172782125043249/bb_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6317700932759538890?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6317700932759538890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6317700932759538890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6317700932759538890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6317700932759538890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-god-can-explain-before-i-go-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8407902268773140370</id><published>2007-09-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:50.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So slide along slide, yeah baby that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13/9/2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today's a funny day" I said. "Yeah. Today's a REALLY funny day" replied Joyce at the Siglap bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know. Today's a funny day too. By &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; I don't mean funny hahah joke funny, you moron. But really. The past few days have been plain WEIRD, for lack of a better adjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how there's this crazy mix of good and bad and shit like that. Kinda overwhelms you actually. But then you learn to take it all in your stride. Let it slide, let it slide. It could've been worse.. No sorry, there &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things which are of more pertinence and significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how things work out. It really truly is. I'm really glad for last night cos it affected me too, in more ways that you could ever think of actually. So 'thank you' to you too. Gave me light. (HAH. Pun super &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; intended Najib!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Najib, got to see him ytd by accident! (: The boy was working you see. Hahah, friends thought you were so much older than you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Gelare after school with Joyce and Marian. And that's where things got weirdER. It was already pretty strange in school. Anyway, Siglap was like the whole place was filled with depressed people or something. The coming together of something &lt;strong&gt;bleak&lt;/strong&gt;. Deciding whether that remark was genuinely funny or not. I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi you. I'm glad we got to talk the way we did. It opened my eyes too, not only yours. So cheers&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to more heart to hearts, alright, babe? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the crappy things that happen throughout the course of the day, the way the day ended in itself made it all alright. The end matters. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A whole lot.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love love love my friends. Cos they're awesome. No doubt scandalous, but eh, that I can deal with. I know of other character traits I can't, but I'm learning to let go. You can't say it's impossible to do the things you've done before. (It's disgustingly tempting to add some snide remark here btw. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;PICCAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110473506116502018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuwMk84eggI/AAAAAAAABFw/baZgiyaGwKU/s400/Image793.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marian Fernandez the Bimbo of A1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110473299958071794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuwMY84egfI/AAAAAAAABFo/Iyw-aVdZKMA/s400/Image792.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because candids are goodddd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110479781063721490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuwSSM4eghI/AAAAAAAABF4/6d-Ebhe3AJQ/s400/Image794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone loves push pops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the fasting month begins and I feel like I'm on to something good. I don't know why, but I just do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8407902268773140370?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8407902268773140370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8407902268773140370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8407902268773140370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8407902268773140370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-slide-along-slide-yeah-baby-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuwMk84eggI/AAAAAAAABFw/baZgiyaGwKU/s72-c/Image793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6932326721523600547</id><published>2007-09-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:54.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Fix this jigsaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole family is in front of the tv watching something from Nat Geo/Discovery, half the time, we'll all be gawking at the screen with tons of expressions of pure shock. It's amusing really. Cos I'm at the com now,duh, and to hear them all, one after the other, man. It's too intriguing, you can't help, but want to take a peek at the screen too. Hahah. We'll all be incredibly amazed at the Crocodile or Snake or whatever. Heh. My family's.. pretty weird, I gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been lots of meet ups with people I dont usually get to see all that often. Much love going out to Mud, Mariam, Rachel and Scott and Co. (: Najib. Where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. There was Starbugggsss with Mariam that one day. Coffee with this Bitch is always good. Ho ho ho to Ms Big Ass. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuSyKrF2LbI/AAAAAAAABDI/HZZP2feuUqc/s1600-h/coffee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108403773780667826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuSyKrF2LbI/AAAAAAAABDI/HZZP2feuUqc/s400/coffee%27sourcoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to keep in check with those crazy emotions. Especially if you've got people to pour everythin out to and whine and bitch and moan to. I think if I were to tape each coffee session with her and play it back, I'd cringe and cringe and CRINGE over the things I say. Yes, I'd say Normal Huda would've laughed and poked fun at &lt;em&gt;the girl&lt;/em&gt; talking. Dont you think so, Cow? LOL. But all's cool now. I think everything's in check. Yes. In check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed later with Mudd. Love the company with you all la. *blows kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Kopitiam and studying with Rachel Sexy See. Goodness. When was the last time we properly met up, huh idiot! I've professed my love for you already, but it'll never be enough. You're unlike any other babe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Scott's birthday celebration at Escape. Ok, more like birthday celebration turned sleepover, lol. That mighty kicked ass too. Though the part where Scott and I got jealous wasn't. Haha. All your fault, Tabby. It's ALL &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day cos we are one cool bunch, if you don't already know, hahah. Sarah's officially my camwhore partner. Hah. And the Log ride? It practices gender discrimination cos the guys ALWAYS end up soaked through and through whether they're seated at the back or front! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of eyecandies HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS5w7F2LmI/AAAAAAAABEg/kReU-T_Pyic/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108412127492058722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS5w7F2LmI/AAAAAAAABEg/kReU-T_Pyic/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS5ibF2LkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u0HYoKljp5g/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108411878383955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS5ibF2LkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u0HYoKljp5g/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108404611299290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS3nbF2LeI/AAAAAAAABDg/ANuJCSZV95o/s400/groupshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuSzdbF2LdI/AAAAAAAABDY/v2F3NPF7edc/s1600-h/candidscotthuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108405195414842834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuSzdbF2LdI/AAAAAAAABDY/v2F3NPF7edc/s320/candidscotthuda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108413239888588434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS6xrF2LpI/AAAAAAAABE4/6-myHTr216s/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108412750262316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS6VLF2LoI/AAAAAAAABEw/qgap0f5U8js/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108412436729704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS6C7F2LnI/AAAAAAAABEo/L-WZijV95Y8/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108412033002778194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS5rbF2LlI/AAAAAAAABEY/v1Eb5nN1onQ/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108413446047018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuS69rF2LqI/AAAAAAAABFA/1py4NIFCWJo/s400/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pictures actually. Cos Tabitha's lousy like that. Will make a slideshow when I get hold of them all. Ooh! Teacher's Day dinner! If you've got Facebook, you could've viewed them a long LONG time ago, cos it's THAT easy to upload. Megaquick. Moral of the story? Simple. &lt;strong&gt;GET. FACEBOOK.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1A01, dear rocking class, brought out our teachers to Sakura International Buffet Restaurant (quite a mouthful, pun intended) Monday night and boy, was it great. :D I know you're reading this you sneaky teachers. So send us the photos soon! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those that I've got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Click the speaker for the background sound! I'm so considerate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-3c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="530" width="420" style="width:420px;height:530px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-3c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782124929852&amp;site=widget-3c.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782124929852&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3c.slide.com/p1/216172782124929852/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782124929852&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3c.slide.com/p2/216172782124929852/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782124929852&amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3c.slide.com/m/216172782124929852/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner was spent with James, Shawn, Joyce and Tabby at The Balcony chilling on lovely sofas. Weird music, but okay la. Nice company. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More classmate (specifically, Limwoan, Fiona, Clauds and Shawn) time spent at the airport on Friday supposedly for our Econs Alive Project research thingy. But whoa. Didn't we all get to know each other &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; better by the end of the night, eh? ;D Everything that's mentioned stays at the airport or okay, so it can fly off along with Catchay Pacific, British Airways or SIA too. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieffy's greedy. We got her this new brand of cat food, since it's rather expensive we mix a bit of it with her usual food and she keeps on eating it at this crazy speed! HAHA. Think this is the same amusement the teachers were referring to when they saw us go at the buffet, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go bathe now. Can't believe it'll be the fasting month SO SOON! I've not even paid back! Gah. But no. Hello, weight loss scheme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drying up in conversation,&lt;br /&gt;you will be the one who cannot talk.&lt;br /&gt;All your insides fall to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;you just sit there wishing you could still make love.&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're the ones who'll spit at you.&lt;br /&gt;You will be the one screaming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Mudd. This song's stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6932326721523600547?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6932326721523600547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6932326721523600547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6932326721523600547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6932326721523600547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/fix-this-jigsaw-when-whole-family-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RuSyKrF2LbI/AAAAAAAABDI/HZZP2feuUqc/s72-c/coffee%27sourcoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4380663081591324294</id><published>2007-09-03T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:47:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll remain my peace cos you're not worth it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, need a personality revamp. Cos you're stooping so low, it's ridiculous. You think I dont know, but I do. But gee, I pity you still. It's pathetic. It's low. &lt;strong&gt;You're&lt;/strong&gt; low. Funny how things go about. Know that it all takes time, and retribution? Remember that? It'll hit you right back, twice over hopefully. Wishing you the worst isn't graceful, I'll admit. But your actions speak louder than my words. You proved what sort of person you are by what you did. I'll rest my case here, cos even with this paragraph alone, it's starting to ruin my mood. Even if it does go your way, you know it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got&lt;strong&gt; no conscience&lt;/strong&gt; and that struck me pretty hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4380663081591324294?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4380663081591324294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4380663081591324294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4380663081591324294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4380663081591324294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-you-need-personality-revamp.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5880827211800382462</id><published>2007-09-03T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rundown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great. I mean, yeah, so I did get snub, EARLY IN THE MORNING, by some jerk, but that's okay. Kenneth was surprisingly pretty concerned! Was kinda touched okay. Hahah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, cos the Teachers' Day Concert was not bad! Plus, 20th's first ever big event, so big yay there, too. And! I got to sit with Patson, Fiona, Claudia so hah! See, Limwoan and Tabby. It was still fun WITHOUT you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school stuff, headed back to Cedar, and whoa. Really missed the Cedarians! Awh man, those idiots (yes, a term of affection, indeed) I've not seen in eons! Goodness gracious me. It was really great to see everyone again. And that familiar building and all. Gosh, I kissed the wall along the Art rooms, HAHAH. It's called overwhelmed with nostalgia. Shut up, you cold cold person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After various attempts to get hold of Mrs Chew, a bunch of us, headed over to PP Macs (our good ol' place to head over back then for it's convenience) and had a catching up sesion. Didnt quite realise how much I've missed 4C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo and I went over to Preeti's for facial. Her mother was really good and so incredibly therapeutic. Well, after 8 years, you're bound to get good, yeah? The ambiance was simple but it did the trick. The music playing at the background really nailed it. Loved it. Shall be going back for regular sessions, yes Leo? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mudd and Anthony later that night at Starbucks. Siglap's as usual. Hahah, good to see you boys after so long! It was real good hanging out with you two. Did Masayu's for late dinner and Anthony very kindly semi-treated me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Went back to school to complete the rounds thingy, initially planned on studying in school, but then I just &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to be told of extremely shitifying news. So that ruined it all. I'll get back to this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trooped over to Mudd's place instead to study/lunch/hang out with my two favourite boys in the world. Dont kembang already ah. I love how things can get so extremely comfortable between us three. Like okay for example. This one time, Mudd was at his laptop, I was reading Econs and Najib was sleeping. Or like, how Najib just did his own thing upstairs while Mud and I watched the Sweet Sixteen Movie on MTV, after lunch and my making a mess with the icing thingy, cos I was trying to be creative with his sister's rejected cupcakes and failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like. Family. (: I know, you're all gna go, "Great, so here she goes turning into mush, yet again". But really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, after that, had tuition (yes, me the no lifer, whatever) and that was that. Hahah, was supposed to go towning with them, but aye. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opportunity cost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, recall! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Walking to Mudd's, along the hugeass longkang there, I saw two familiar looking people! Lyon and Siti! HAHA. So I walked over to the longkang railing thing, rested my head on my hand resting on the railing and cleared my throat. Whoa. They responded almost immediately! Apparently, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, we started conversing ACROSS the hugeass longkang. Conversing evolved to bitching and then, we just had to stop doing that over the longkang and meet up proper. HAHAH. Talkd for a couple of minutes where I basically ranted and ranted and ranted about the SHIT news that I found out. In a nutshell, of course. Long story short, that being whoa, I got it, and I got it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, so at the library cafe for tuition? GUESS WHO I MET. The two of them again. HAHAH. Too funny. I couldnt believe what I was seeing when I scanned the cafe for seats! This time around, they mentioned where they were going next and whoa. Hahah! &lt;em&gt;Siglap!&lt;/em&gt; Which I kinda would've sorta been there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, today. It was super mellow. Tution in the morning again, where ho ho ho. I met more people. Told you it's too happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I should go sleep now. Dont miss me too much, now hokay? Hopefully tmr's dinner goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rtr6-WT6CCI/AAAAAAAABDA/OirghQ3TVyM/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105669076625786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rtr6-WT6CCI/AAAAAAAABDA/OirghQ3TVyM/s320/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're great. Now I need one good one with Najib. That pic btw, Mudd, can still be improved, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5880827211800382462?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5880827211800382462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5880827211800382462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5880827211800382462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5880827211800382462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/09/rundown-friday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rtr6-WT6CCI/AAAAAAAABDA/OirghQ3TVyM/s72-c/Image115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2177233008309607591</id><published>2007-08-31T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:30:24.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smelling Betrayal and tasting Deceit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention to stay up all night tonight. For one, I've got stuff to do and second, it just felt like rushing wasn't the way to go and since sleep has been sacrificed on practically a daily basis, what's one full run without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must suck to be you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot imagine being placed in such a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked, still. HAHAH. It's almost unbelievable that you can write sense! Dare I say with depths even; a glimpse of what maturity there is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm biased. Well that's simply human nature right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like phone calls. Did you know that? It's always in these calls from friends that you learn something new. Almost as if a short journey to some form of...&lt;em&gt; enlightenment&lt;/em&gt;. And by that, I do not only mean the hot goss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2177233008309607591?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2177233008309607591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2177233008309607591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2177233008309607591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2177233008309607591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/smelling-betrayal-and-tasting-deceit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4454496797076628918</id><published>2007-08-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Flirting with the prospect of -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. School life has been increasingly fun, you cannot imagine. By &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;, I mean &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt;. By &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt;, I mean typical American high school kinda drama. Sorta. I think it's true then. Their high school life, is sort of like our college life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, yesterday was highly emotional. I mean honestly, what's up with that?! Good grief. I never could have fathomed to be as stunned as I was. The situation was one, and my reaction to it was another thing. It was.. like a &lt;em&gt;gentle&lt;/em&gt; reminder of what happened not too long ago. Okay, so maybe "gentle" isn't exactly the appropriate adjective here. More like "harsh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose it is precisely these things that make it memorable, that make your school life memorable and man, the stories I'll have under my belt by the end of this 2 year stint. I ought to write a book and make millions simply by putting all I've heard/seen/gone through in this short period of time in pages and pages and pages of words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girlfriends. I really do. You guys have grown on me in such a way that's so different, special and oh so unique. Like hello, seriously. There are times where we can be so different, I really do begin to question how we're even friends! So here's my love to Claudia, Fiona, Limwoan and Tabitha. Say it damn it. Say I'm sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about JC friends. How it's close to impossible to get great friends seeing how there's simply too many things to juggle in too short a time to even foster good relationships with people. Wrong. So wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, it's got to do with the maturity level I think. And the fact that you've got the opportunity to break away from whatever fatal vicious cycle it was you were stuck in for thhose 4 years in secondary school. It's like, you're suddenly given the opporutnity to BREATHE in "new" air and free whatever it was that was holding you back, for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been a real babe too. (: I love ya girl! Council will NEVER be the same without you. Recall all tha running around hunting for the right shade of colour for those darn ribbons and stuff? Heh. And! The JC1 Student Forum went pretty well! Who would've thought eh? Focus Group was brilliant too. Our lovely principal happened to be especially awesome that day. Meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this lot.. Xian Liang, Jaymond, Elisha, Yvonne, as well as Alex make staying back good fun. The Council Room's too funky for your shoes. No, but really. That room's really great. These days, there's been a lot of MLTR and BSB playing in the room! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1A1 and our karaoke break times. &lt;em&gt;Hotel California&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Woohoo. Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of random school pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjlmT6CAI/AAAAAAAABCw/MOajtcUjxpM/s1600-h/tabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104165619028854786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjlmT6CAI/AAAAAAAABCw/MOajtcUjxpM/s320/tabs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjYWT6B_I/AAAAAAAABCo/VLejh0CI7_M/s1600-h/patson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104165391395588082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjYWT6B_I/AAAAAAAABCo/VLejh0CI7_M/s320/patson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjQWT6B-I/AAAAAAAABCg/tPqYfzVoMB8/s1600-h/limw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104165253956634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjQWT6B-I/AAAAAAAABCg/tPqYfzVoMB8/s320/limw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjHWT6B9I/AAAAAAAABCY/ns9Znr5wkXw/s1600-h/leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104165099337811922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjHWT6B9I/AAAAAAAABCY/ns9Znr5wkXw/s320/leo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWi_2T6B8I/AAAAAAAABCQ/h5-ORDOI0yM/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164970488793026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWi_2T6B8I/AAAAAAAABCQ/h5-ORDOI0yM/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWi4mT6B7I/AAAAAAAABCI/fHfYoSmP3HQ/s1600-h/claudia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164845934741426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWi4mT6B7I/AAAAAAAABCI/fHfYoSmP3HQ/s320/claudia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiwmT6B6I/AAAAAAAABCA/7vJ50I7I8QY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164708495787938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiwmT6B6I/AAAAAAAABCA/7vJ50I7I8QY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWikWT6B5I/AAAAAAAABB4/bQdRyjWzD7U/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164498042390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWikWT6B5I/AAAAAAAABB4/bQdRyjWzD7U/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiXGT6B4I/AAAAAAAABBw/p71pnWkbpJ0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164270409123714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiXGT6B4I/AAAAAAAABBw/p71pnWkbpJ0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiO2T6B3I/AAAAAAAABBo/0jTZCBThJCE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104164128675202930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWiO2T6B3I/AAAAAAAABBo/0jTZCBThJCE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWhFmT6B2I/AAAAAAAABBg/k7lNjdFVPtU/s1600-h/group+shot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104162870249785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWhFmT6B2I/AAAAAAAABBg/k7lNjdFVPtU/s320/group+shot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWg1mT6B1I/AAAAAAAABBY/IJZMRrL9giA/s1600-h/niceeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104162595371878226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWg1mT6B1I/AAAAAAAABBY/IJZMRrL9giA/s320/niceeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWgn2T6B0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/K8AUJWfZGAU/s1600-h/prettaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104162359148676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWgn2T6B0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/K8AUJWfZGAU/s320/prettaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWghmT6BzI/AAAAAAAABBI/w-GakNR-srw/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104162251774494514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWghmT6BzI/AAAAAAAABBI/w-GakNR-srw/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWgQWT6ByI/AAAAAAAABBA/nku-OEKRADA/s1600-h/inschoool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161955421751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWgQWT6ByI/AAAAAAAABBA/nku-OEKRADA/s400/inschoool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161513040119570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWf2mT6BxI/AAAAAAAABA4/GsGp7VOiiMc/s320/braids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104161062068553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWfcWT6BwI/AAAAAAAABAw/v8IRVKpAU1o/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104160739946006258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWfJmT6BvI/AAAAAAAABAo/gqUn8askWN8/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104160108585813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWek2T6BuI/AAAAAAAABAg/9S2JAlXgTFQ/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104159820823004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWeUGT6BtI/AAAAAAAABAY/Rueu8m-ACvM/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104158948944643778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWdhWT6BsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Mc9hbFVJLDY/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104158463613339314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWdFGT6BrI/AAAAAAAABAI/USyYq6eYtas/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I bid ya goodnight. And Mrs Tan, if you're reading this, I really do am beginning to like Econs - a lot. (: I guess you could call this pre teachers' day sucking up? LOL, no lah. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Check out my Facebook profile! Link's on the right. It's really rather cool. Get one lah you silly coconuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4454496797076628918?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4454496797076628918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4454496797076628918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4454496797076628918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4454496797076628918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/flirting-with-prospect-of-hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RtWjlmT6CAI/AAAAAAAABCw/MOajtcUjxpM/s72-c/tabs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8285211797312425038</id><published>2007-08-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:43:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick updates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit Lecture, 7-9 on Friday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I loved it. Lit lectures are the best. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supper with Joyce, Marian, Aisyah, Shawn, James, Patson, Limwoan, Claudia, Tabitha later and that was interesting too. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday. Spent half the time in the Council room sorting out those papers and whoa. Interesting to say the least, but man. Not as easy as it seems, sorting paper out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some things happened which just made me go all dumb on the inside. Heh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition, both yesterday and today. He's interesting. And the Cafe dude was so sweet. he got me a table when it was jam packed. Hah! There was this couple, or at least this guy and girl who were constantly flirting, aka "studying" and used two tables! Terrible! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had one helluva buttkickin conversation with Claudia today. (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you do. Or at least you used to. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can't help the way I feel. Or maybe I just don't wish to improve things. Time for you to show whatever you gotta. If not, then, okay. It's done. We're through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school. I actually cannot wait for school. Wow. Some feat, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100419121974542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RshUKxLnAmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-CoewGVtHXs/s400/class2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is why, this why, this is why we're hot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8285211797312425038?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8285211797312425038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8285211797312425038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8285211797312425038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8285211797312425038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-updates-lit-lecture-7-9-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RshUKxLnAmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-CoewGVtHXs/s72-c/class2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8939108672247436035</id><published>2007-08-14T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:51:52.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need a good cry. I honestly do. There's no shoulder though, so what's the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8939108672247436035?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8939108672247436035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8939108672247436035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8939108672247436035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8939108672247436035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-need-good-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5119758595806745437</id><published>2007-08-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:28:58.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Insecurity is kind of a deep sense of being unsure about your place in the world, your value, symptoms include self consciousness, a tendency to be very self critical, easily hurt" -Joseph Nowinski &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Nope, I dont know who he is either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the following has been ripped off from the net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is insecurity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling of not being "good enough'' to meet the challenge of a situation you face in life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of helplessness in the face of problems, conflict, or concerns. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belief that one is inadequate or incompetent to handle life's challenges. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear of being discovered as inadequate, ill fitted, or unsuited to meet responsibilities at home, school, or on the job. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of not fitting in, being "out of synch'' with those in your peer group. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perception that life is unpredictable with most of the expectations you have to meet not clearly understood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of always climbing up a mountain, never being able to reach the top. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of lacking support or reinforcement where you live, work, or play. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Results from a sense of being unaccepted, disapproved, or rejected. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inner turmoil coming from a lack of direction or bewilderment as to where you are going, what your goals are, and what responses are appropriate for events in life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insecure people may have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been raised in a chaotic, unpredictable, or volatile environment in which they were kept off balance, on guard, or on edge. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experienced a major tragedy or loss in their lives and are having a difficult time in accepting this loss and adjusting to the ``change.'' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experienced a major "failure'' in life (e.g., divorce, losing a job, bankruptcy, failure in school, losing a friend, lack of acceptance into social or civic groups, etc.) that led them to question their personal competency. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A poorly developed self-concept with low self-esteem, lacking belief in their personal goodness, skills, or abilities. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never felt accepted by the "others'' in their life, so much so that they became chronically shy, retiring, and withdrawn in their interactions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an unrealistic list of rules and expectations prescribed by significant others in their life, rules they are striving to meet even in their current life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A poor body image, making them believe that others see them in a negative light. This makes them self-conscious, tense, and anxious in dealing with others. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never received enough positive reinforcement or feedback from others about their talents and abilities, leaving them unclear as to their skills. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been given very little direction, guidance, or discipline in their earlier lives leaving them unable to cope with the current pressures of life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always felt overshadowed or overlooked due to the people in their lives who seemed to be more successful, smarter, prettier, more handsome, more athletic, higher achievers, getting much attention. This can foster doubt in an insecure person's ability to gain recognition for their successes, and can make them doubt their ability to achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do chronically insecure people believe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can never accomplish the task facing me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is looking at me, just waiting for me to make a fool of myself! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a failure! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ugly and awful to look at! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can never win. I am a loser. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the sense of trying, I'll never get it right! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how hard I work to achieve, I never get any recognition! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am incompetent in everything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How could anybody ever say anything good about me? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I failed them in the past; therefore, I am a failure today! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once a failure, always a failure! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is only one direction for me to go in this organization and that is down and out! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one could ever like, respect, or accept me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't deserve to be treated nicely! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't fit in here or anywhere else for that matter! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone else looks so good, so together; I feel so out of it compared to them! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am an incomplete person and will always be that way! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so afraid that no one will like me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why would anyone care to hear what I say, how I feel, or what I think? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are just nice to you in order to use you and get something they want from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insecurity and self-consciousness are the bi-products of fear. Eliminate the fear and you eliminate all three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here comes the original stuff..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the older you get, the lamer you become. Replacing the "lamer you become" with "the trickier life becomes", gets pathetic sometimes. Hi, Euphemisms, thou art the simplest form of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that high expectations are fine. Okay no, wait. Before that. I hadn't a clue I secretly have ridiculously high expectations of everything (perhaps even everyone, or rather selective ones) till the day I got my O Levels results. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm beginning to comprehend now. Each and every little complexity that lies within, probably takes a lifetime (even that could be insufficient) to learn, but each little discovery certainly helps you no less. What sudden enlightenment, I know. Hey, you gotta have that strike of brilliance every once in a while, no? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid." - John Keats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5119758595806745437?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5119758595806745437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5119758595806745437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5119758595806745437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5119758595806745437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/insecurity-is-kind-of-deep-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7462123015598737910</id><published>2007-08-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:04:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An All-In-One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, to be complimented when you're in the library, looking like quite the crap in an oversized jacket, wearing a pair of converse sneakersm and face completely bare, feels so so good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying and struggling like crazy with the same intensity. Okay, so maybe these past couple of days I've been taking things a little too lightly? But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP celebration in school. Okay that day, was a bit mad. Cos I went to school at nine, to do the walking experiment thing for Mr Bernard Tan, came slightly earlier, like 850? Met Shawn, Mai and Steph at the main gate, and shucks. The interview for the OCIP! So that was the something I knew I was forgetting but didnt quite know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over the track to meet Lionel and Leo. Goodness. It was just a terrible morning. And what timing. While lamenting on my bad fate that day, my phone made the sound it does when the batt's completely flat right before it auto shuts off. Perfect. Wow right. That happened, right after I was about to give up and let the bad things go its way. Talk about perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I do have a bit of time, with this sudden spur of determination to NOT make it a bad day, I ran to the LT to check my venue for the interview, ran around Block A, then B, then A again. Got to the class, and OH MY GOSH. I CAN STILL MAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview sailed smoothly, I say. (: Yesa. Third such interview this year now. If I dont ace this, I won't be a Happy Huda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the walking thing, then headed back home. Mrs Esther Tan wasnt in school yet! So couldnt pass her the money. Didnt really wna pass the money indirectly, cos like I dont know. Money involved, you know? Not so much a matter of trust. More like a matter of being careful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, headed back home. And I've a couple of hours before I head back to school to pass her the money, then head back home. And finally to school again, for the parade rehearsal and such. First round: bus, second round: papa, third round: cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I said the Malay pledge without sounding weird or whatever. Been repeating the pledge over and over again over the weekend, trying to perfect the sounds and all. Bleh. Afifah stil made fun of me! You're a mean mean girl, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Concert put up by our rockin teachers was nothing short of fab. (: I really enjoyed myself. Think we all did. The squeezing of the WHOLE school into the hall was pretty mad too. But we did it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure to Jalan Kayu after that to get some of 'em good pratas was fun too. Jalan Kayu's happening! Met Dirah's parents there! As well as Xianliang and his clan who came soon after! Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out and uh, "fostering closer bonds" with fellow council members have been lovely. If anything, I personally think that Saturday's Captain's Ball session was actually pretty darn necessary! I mean, hey, it's not easy these days to find time to do "lame", "unimportant" things like bonding when your Promos are right around the corner! (Such pleasing lines for the &lt;em&gt;authoraties&lt;/em&gt; reading this, aye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Hour 3 with Jaymond, Timteh and Elisha was nice too. Thanks for the treat you Piano/Sing-a-long buddy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture shopping with the above mentioned people plus Lijie, Andy and Lydia was fun too! Man, that was such a hectic day which got me running around all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A run through :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To school real early like by 7 and Father was kind enough to give me a lift. Ily Papa! Captain's Ball till noonish? It was good fun. Sweating it out and all. Then I've to rush and cab down to Aqidah's for PW. Which was &lt;em&gt;so incredibly fruitful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you didnt get that sarcasm, you really should try attending some classes to speed up the uh, thinking process. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. Because I love my PW members, it was worth it. Aqidah you're a real peach! She's too cute sometimes lah. And Claudia! (: That silly ho was busy taking videos without us realising! And they were incredibly funny ones too. And wow, Claudia, myself and Lionel all left something behind at her place. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after that, I've to rush down to Marine Parade Library for tuition. I took a cab halfway totally panicking cos I had a bad experience with Mr High and Mighty I'm-A-Banker tutor last week. :/ Like, hello. I was only 5 minutes late and he seriously gave me a earful. Gosh, he was TWENTY minutes late on Saturday hokay. AND I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's any consolation, he's really good, I get him, cos he explains stuff well. The first lesson itself, when I found out he was a banker, I asked him point blank why he even bothers tutoring. I mean hello, the dude has a car and everything. A 9-5 job which pays well too. He likes Econs and Math a lot so yeahhh. Easy money anyway. My mum's considering a major cut down of MY ALLOWANCE. The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jason in the library itself. See, was panicking like a crazy cow cos there were NO SEATS in the friggin cafe and my mind was wheeling forward at this psychotic pace and still, hadnt a clue where to go should there really be no seats! I mean, third floor's confirm packed. The library's getting too hot for the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of libraries, Marine Parade's too cool. Not only have I bumped into Jason, I've bumped into Nariah, Liyana, Joyce (waiting for Marian who was 2 and a half hours late!), Maziah and Mudd's pal Joanne! That, everyone, is way too happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, after Tutor left headed over (yes, still in my Orientation t and shorts since morning!) to Ikea to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being pushed around on the trolley! And I felt like buying the whole store man. Everything was so cheap and nice, and it doesnt look cheap which makes me want to buy them all, which kils the idea of "saving cost" in the first place! Manipulative, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good sit down, and a debate over whether the full length mirror's needed, as well as a whole entire discussion about the difference/definitions/angles/opinions regarding Want and Need, (hurhur, Elisha and I VS Timteh + spectators, LOL) we finally decided what to buy and what not to. *wipes sweat. Decision making ain't ever easy, yeah? I hear a chorous of "yes" so that's comforting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and happily refilled the drinks as and when we pleased after getting the roughly 150 dollars worth of purchase. Shopping, we did. Can't wait for the council room to be revamped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was All Over the Place Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. (: Mudd's second band performance in two weeks. The first one being the one at NY's Film Festival where his friend's, Taufiq's, short film was unexpectedly a big hit! Great suspense man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the sound system SUCKED MISERABLY so the performance didnt go as well as expected. ): But still, screamed, I did! Grabbing unecessary attention, perhaps. But come on man. Moral support's the main objective! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the miserable lot of us supporting them! Najib, Zhi Jun, Matthew, Anthony, Mudd's sister, her boyfriend and myself. Terrible lah. Even like Taufiq, his schoolmates didnt cheer! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today, bus-ed down to town with Najib. Freakin hell. I could've just taken 36 but the bugger made me walk all the way to Katong in my heels just to take 14 with him! And he didnt comment whatsover on my outfit when I was actually&lt;em&gt; sort of&lt;/em&gt; fishing for one. Maybe it was too subtle. LOL. But Mudd did, so yay. Hello, I was using an 80s looking Guy Larouche purse okay! Mother's but still! With awesome heels! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry. Back to the (intended) focus - Mudd. Jib and I entered when the band already started their first song. But still. Oh, they were great. Too bad there was way too little people in the crowd! But really awesome. (: Mentioned this before, overmentioning even, but hey, I'm proud of you Muddos! REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole band was clearly enjoying themselves when they were playing Starlight! LOL. Too cute please, their body language! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and his dad dropped by! But uh, a couple of minutes late? But still. Bet that meant a lot, right Mud? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats! Only went for one night, and not even for that long a time. And it's scary that it's already Baybeats 2007. Two years back, anyone? We were all wearing black, for some reason and we went there after some Suntec fundraising thins thing for MLDDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 was the celebration of Irah's 16, the surprise at Swensen's where we got her to do this dare and SOMEBODY&lt;em&gt; gladly&lt;/em&gt; "fell for it" knowing what "it" went through! You're not supposed to get that, btw. 06 was where we mainly just sat by the rocks and camwhored, Lyon and Sathish, assigned photographers for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that Saturday (last) I was supposed to go on down to see the Dance competition thingy at DXO but uh. I was kinda late, till the thing ended already? LOL. But yeah. So just met up with J and Irah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into a heck lot of people! Let's see. PLENTY of Cedarians. A bunch of juniors, including a shy Haryani lol, Diana (with the infamous boyfriend, I finally got to see!), Gordon, Khalid.. Hm. I remember seeing more people. But pardon the blogger. It's been a week! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I had an inkling that Fairuz, Diana and Clara would be there. Just this sense. And man, was I right! Really close at least! Chan was having dinner with Yingwai, Natasha, Sheena etc at the No Signboard Seafood Restaurant at Esplanade, Lock was at Lau Pa Sat and Cockroach was at the STEPS of Marina Square when I called! Cool or what. Bumped into her later at Starbucks anyways with Xin Ru and Grace. Oh yeah. Also saw this whole CLAN of J2 guys from SR at Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, (OG1 not the J2s you twat) we gotta meet for more than 30 seconds next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us watched that dude perform and he was really awesome. Forgot his name. What is it again, Mariam? Well I loved his set. Like a good mix of John Mayer, Jason Mraz and Jack Johnson. The kind of chillout songs. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an overpraise? But nvm. He was good. I liked his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was a good Raimah's session with Mariam. Was supposed to be Siglap but we were too lazy when we met at Kembangan. Just felt like I needed a girl talk, seriously out of nowhere. Recall the other time at BK Tamp? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after chatting for god knows how long, along comes Najib riding his bicycle at about 1AM! HAHAH! Talk about coincidence. He was (jokingly) offended that we didnt ask him along, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now about such bumping incidents. This other time, I was at Parkway to get some stuff that night, after school, and then after walking down the steps to the basement, I got a call form Najib telling me to "watch where I walk" cos he was right up there at Starbucks with Mariam and their friend Ameer. HAHAH. Too cool, I likezxzxzx. Marine Parade's awesome. Loving the cabbing to school with Cheryllek too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to love? Hi, the beach is five minutes away, may I remind you. This morning kicked ass. I'm gna get healthier. Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Back to that girl talk. Long overdue, I say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is utterly long, and a downright compilation of everything and anything. So let's continue piling now, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. We had the Council Dinner over at Shereen's place. That was rather nice too. (: Pictures, where are they! I've only a couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY! SR's version of Be Yourself Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally dressing to kill! See, our theme was Mafias. So the A1 Mafias strutted about school decked in the best clothes, ready for murder with the guns and everything. :D &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; guns actually. Or rather my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabby and I made such a wise decision going to school together. Her mum picked me up at the St Pats bus stop, so I got to see Alvin and Scott for all of 30 seconds too. That morning was honestly quite crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 was really looking hot. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click on my Friendster profile to your right for some of the pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tons more of pics to complement this entry but heck it. Another time okay? Like maybe I'll edit this post tmr or something. Depends heavily on my mood. (: Till then, I've got some work to do before I actually hit the bed. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7462123015598737910?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7462123015598737910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7462123015598737910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7462123015598737910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7462123015598737910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-to-be-complimented-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-322839806912729581</id><published>2007-08-10T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:02:56.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hoping. Still hoping.. Leaving room for disappointment, I'm sure. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-322839806912729581?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/322839806912729581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=322839806912729581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/322839806912729581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/322839806912729581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7340631400909767431</id><published>2007-07-31T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:22:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;In perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been the same since the last time I blogged. Dramatic? Possibly. Exagerrating? Unlikely. But ah, such is life right now. At this breaknecking pace and all those unexpected sharp turns and pleasant little surprises and lovely quality time with people I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Tampines. But I guess this will have to do too. It ain't that bad after all. (: I honestly thought things would come to an abrupt halt. Gone. Pulsating, well true. I was indeed highly anticipating it all, but I suppose I've always had that sneaky feeling that it'll smack me right back on my face. That no matter how hard I try to keep things sunny bright, the harsh bleak thunderstorm of a reality pushes back against all I've painstakingly built. Mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wise says "truth hurts". The Naive says "the cup's half full". The Runaway says "I don't care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to not let things slide down my back anymore. Not that I ever really had, actually. I need anxiety pills, remember Tabs? But this time, no more. "Ignorance" will disappear from my vocabulary as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, by now you'd have probably already gathered that this is yet another one of those entries meant only for me, but the insane need to share is too overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting. How people want the world to know them and yet not know them at the same time. Frankly, it's a Big Puzzle. Then again, most things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that I need to find the time to squeeze in some reading. It's ridiculous. I can't rememeber the last time I read a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort is so so crucial. I need the drive. I need need need it. But that's not my problem, drive. I know what I want. It's just the long process and requirements that's driving me up the friggin wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've got some inspiration. After a recent discovery, conveniently by accident too! And just for the books, no, it's DEFINITELY not thanks to the "motivational" speaker just now. AKLTG owns that, a million to one. They should have hired you Gary! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about lovely mundane stuff, shall we? Butterflies of Hope, Legacies of Love Fundraising initiative by Council! Wow. Can I just say that I'm pleasantly surprised by the response? First day was a sure success, now to press on and hit (then exceed) our target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would not have worked out if not for my lovely committee! PoweR. Get it? PR? Hahah! Ily guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, better take off now. Only managed to come online cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the internet and cable's FINALLY fixed! WOOHOO! and&lt;br /&gt;b) for the first time in a long time, I actually managed to step into the house before dark! A feat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7340631400909767431?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7340631400909767431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7340631400909767431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7340631400909767431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7340631400909767431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-perspective-things-havent-been-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8832347119764986386</id><published>2007-07-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:02.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It has been long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087360845643963922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RpnvvDDW3hI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7Y-9METGxoU/s400/FATMAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089996560140027986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNM50sbSFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/EuZ9-6Z1vsg/s400/Chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087301042519334354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rpm5WDDW3dI/AAAAAAAAA9o/YLGjRNNfcio/s400/EDIT+(TABSHUDZ).jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RpnC0zDW3gI/AAAAAAAAA-A/xiNscFCKAHU/s1600-h/WWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087311466404961794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RpnC0zDW3gI/AAAAAAAAA-A/xiNscFCKAHU/s400/WWW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the earlier collages, messy and well. Messy. Heh. That one time to Wild Wild Wet with the From All Ages Gang. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rpm6kzDW3fI/AAAAAAAAA94/G2M8ClHFBcE/s1600-h/usualspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087302395434032626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rpm6kzDW3fI/AAAAAAAAA94/G2M8ClHFBcE/s400/usualspot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rpm5zzDW3eI/AAAAAAAAA9w/QH3lUmQqWTA/s1600-h/LEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087301553620442594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rpm5zzDW3eI/AAAAAAAAA9w/QH3lUmQqWTA/s400/LEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with Lee Yunqi Clara sometime ago, on a WEEKDAY because it simply cannot be helped! I was really busy and by the coming weekend, she'd have left for Australia already! Stinky you! Leave me behind once more. December's sooooo far away! Plenty love goes out to you hokay! *WET WET SLOPPY KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Discovered how to make collages and I basically went crazy those couple of days. It's amazing. And real quick too! :D Contrary to popular belief, it doesnt take an IT genius to be able to do this kinda thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read: popular belief=Huda's belief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on. Been busy or preoccupied perhaps with a couple of things I don't exactly wish to disclose. *sniggers* I can't emphasize enough on the term "a lot". Let's play this game. See who can guess how messy this post is gna be due to the incredibly lack of it these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of events that I can remember right this moment goes like this (in no particular order), there was Irah's 17th dinner, the watching of King Lear with Tabs, Woanny's 17th dinner just this past Friday and gosh. That's about all I can remember. I've a lot of things in mind, so once more, pardon my incoherence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I try to gather my thoughts, a couple of pics for you to feast on. Yes, I do agree. I'm incredibly &lt;s&gt;narcissistic&lt;/s&gt; generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM_oEsbSCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GSuF0D5khNQ/s1600-h/NUZIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089981961546188834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM_oEsbSCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GSuF0D5khNQ/s400/NUZIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM-XEsbSBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9ij1batzjq0/s1600-h/JUNAIDAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089980569976784914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM-XEsbSBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9ij1batzjq0/s400/JUNAIDAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM-BUsbSAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/UAq7DD5DTHQ/s1600-h/Irah"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089980196314630146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM-BUsbSAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/UAq7DD5DTHQ/s400/Irah%27s+17th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM9zUsbR_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/knykNBrILU8/s1600-h/birthdaybitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089979955796461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqM9zUsbR_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/knykNBrILU8/s400/birthdaybitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNPWksbSGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/uXDEEs6O3p8/s1600-h/cultured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089999253084522594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNPWksbSGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/uXDEEs6O3p8/s400/cultured.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNMyksbSEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/474veOnl5sA/s1600-h/reenactment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089996435585976386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNMyksbSEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/474veOnl5sA/s400/reenactment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA! Our reenactment was great or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNBKEsbSDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/DDgQOGSOZls/s1600-h/cedar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089983645173368882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RqNBKEsbSDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/DDgQOGSOZls/s400/cedar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stole this from Dirah's Friendster account. :D IMY CEDAR. ): Gotta go back sometime soon before it's demolished! *GASPS, I know. How can they demolish that lovely gorgeous building?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also caught Harry Potter that very Thursday itself. Such is the case if you've a die hard fan as your good pal. *glares at Najib. Eh, you read the book already? HAHAH. He kept on insisting that Hedwig would drop the latest book at his place! (Yes, he really had it delivered. I think.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School has been. Well school, really. 20th got invested last Wednesday. (: Thanks ah Tabby for ditching me that day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I'm gonna be an official Marine Parader tonight. Meaning an ex Tampines person. SIGH. Goodbye 81/72 and all the people I usually take 81/72 with. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New beginning, in so many ways! It's overwhelming, really. There's so many implications, I dont even know where to begin to sort things out in my head! *"Spinning around" by Kylie Minouge plays in the background*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While packing just now, (yes, my family leaves everything to the very last minute; runs in the blood apparently) I found a lot of things. Typically. Such a cliche situation, but oh well. I found my diaries! From SEVEN years ago! Good god. I love reading back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As abrupt as this may be, gotta run now. (: Till the next entry, then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8832347119764986386?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8832347119764986386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8832347119764986386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8832347119764986386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8832347119764986386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-long-one-of-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RpnvvDDW3hI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7Y-9METGxoU/s72-c/FATMAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7440703920283555059</id><published>2007-06-28T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:03.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you mids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucketty fucketty fuck fuck. (Was that the right sequence Lyon? LOL) I think my phone's giving up on me! SHIT. Daddy's not gna like the sound of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think things have been going better than expected. (: This goes for a couple of stuff, so let's not all make an ass of u and me, now shall we? :D Man. Still can't believe I didn't know about that! ARGH. The look on Scott's and Tabby's face was so shit lah. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me relate this experience to you. I told my mum about it and she just shook her head, and went "Now, THAT, is an insecure girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was in the bus, on the way home. I saw this hot guy entering the bus. Well naturally I looked at him, then what, grimace and look away while thinking "Man. Hot!"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really hot. Really. What I didnt realise was, (HEH, INSIGNIFICANT PERSON PLEASE!) he has a girlfriend! And! She was right behind him. Obviously she saw us make eye contact and wasn't happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly! It's not like you can exchange phone numbers by looking "into each others' eyes"! Oh, wait till you hear what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared, "jeling-ed", rolled her eyes at me, all at one go. Then pushed (like, "get out of my way, me first, I AM IMPORTANT" kinda push) him aside, so she could sit inside. And hello, he was already making way for her! Then she put his arms around her, yes SHE put HIS arms around herself, it probably looks cute when other girls do it but major EW when she did it). So she did that, turned around, looked directly in my eye and kissed him. Yes, she kissed him with her gaze fixed on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. So that's how the girls pee to mark their territory these days, eh? Wait wait. Isnt it supposed to be &lt;em&gt;the other way around&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Guys&lt;/em&gt; doing the marking?! Like fuck, hello. You already have him right. What more do you want?! A stamp that says "he's mine" on his forehead?! Might as well wear a huge ass signboard which says "Hi, I'm Insecure so please don't look at my boyfriend"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things people do sometimes. I mean, especially if you were aimed by Cupid (Cupid's terribly blind then), and got yourself a looker, then hey, expect what's expected, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to piss her off even more, before getting off, I looked at him, made eye contact and! I smiled! He smiled right back so there you go, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Don't tell me you thought I was just gna let the whole thing be, did you! It's too fun to let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a side note, he could have scored a better one. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, exams update! GP was history (HAHAH) cos we sat for it eons ago, Monday was Econs and yes Fairuz, I kinda agree, Foreign Language (aka Malay) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was better than expected though I was really really nervous about it! Malay was.. I'm hoping for a pass. Cos I kinda got everything mixed up. Like the peribahasas (which I only SAW the morning itself thanks to Tabs and Aqidah!)? And they are not easy, like cant guess from simply reading it kind. And the Imbuhan's just so. UGH. I hate Malay Grammar. It's not easy lah please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was nothing day! :D Weds was History which was whoa. Level of anxiety was the highest right before this paper. Went OK, I just hope I can get a decent grade. Friggin dates, I hate them. Like, I can get the stats right, I just can't nail them dates! Hello, 1946 and 1964? SAME DAMN THING PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was Literature. Paper 1 went better than Paper 2! Identity paper didnt go as well. ): Pilot G2s are the best for exams requiring essay writing. But damn it. BOTH of mine gave way! Like wtf!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the deadly H1 practically no one gives a shit about, cos it's! a! gonner! (no one being my class, or rather my closer friends in class, lol) Surprise surprise, it's Math! Even though it's LIKE Amath, but NOT EXACTLY, and I did take it for two shittified years (I'm sorry Mrs Chew, I still love you! Man, do you STILL read this!?) but I obtained a C5 for Os. So you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, anyway, after that I'll be jumping for joy with some happyfying song playing in my head. That is, AFTER the MALAY ORAL I have to sit for. :/ What a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081089415371294274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RoOn5ws0BkI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CVUxvDxTlfE/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily brother! (I can be as mushy as I like cos he doesn't read this. I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gosh, look what I found when I decided on a whim (and out of boredom too, not that there's nothing to do for H1 Math) to check out the Friendster bulletins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wednesday, 27 June, 2007 5:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: How to not be a jerk, for dummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: You might agree with it, but&lt;br /&gt;when it actually happens 96% of girls dont&lt;br /&gt;realize it 'til it is too late and that&lt;br /&gt;guy who did it is so frustrated that he&lt;br /&gt;has moved on to someone who will take&lt;br /&gt;notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with&lt;br /&gt;other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and&lt;br /&gt;some random guy walks into the room and&lt;br /&gt;you jump up and tackle him, without&lt;br /&gt;even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and&lt;br /&gt;talk to him for ten minutes without&lt;br /&gt;even acknowledging the fact that we're still&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but&lt;br /&gt;at 2 in the morning we do get a little&lt;br /&gt;concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;that it can't wait&lt;br /&gt;till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/&lt;br /&gt;beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the sexiest thing about a girl is&lt;br /&gt;confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pay for you! Dont "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;br /&gt;looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the&lt;br /&gt;first place, you don't have to feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to wear the shortest skirt you have or&lt;br /&gt;put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not&lt;br /&gt;what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think a girl looks more&lt;br /&gt;beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;br /&gt;or my tshirt and boxers, not all&lt;br /&gt;dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the&lt;br /&gt;beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your&lt;br /&gt;bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris&lt;br /&gt;Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word&lt;br /&gt;"handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you aren't being treated right by a&lt;br /&gt;guy, dont't wait for him to change. Ditch his&lt;br /&gt;sorry, disgrace to the male population&lt;br /&gt;ass and find someone who will treat you&lt;br /&gt;with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when&lt;br /&gt;you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when&lt;br /&gt;you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter&lt;br /&gt;how bad you make them feel, or what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing&lt;br /&gt;just to look you in the eyes.... and say&lt;br /&gt;"i love you" .. and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree&lt;br /&gt;with this, so we hope that all the&lt;br /&gt;girls that read this will repost this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the less experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holdin Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand,&lt;br /&gt;gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than&lt;br /&gt;once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with&lt;br /&gt;him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his&lt;br /&gt;arm around you, tilt your head on his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;look deep into her eyes, give her a&lt;br /&gt;peck&lt;br /&gt;on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under&lt;br /&gt;the stars, put your head on his chest&lt;br /&gt;and close your eyes as you listen to&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your&lt;br /&gt;hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;realize how much they want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost as: guys point of view&lt;br /&gt;p.s : if this thing dun work, man, we&lt;br /&gt;can start shooting the 1st person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like someone rinsed my heart and wringed it dry! I love things like this. You can just feel the sincerity oozing out of the screen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081087435391370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RoOmGgs0BjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/bHAP7bfIdwA/s320/464166447l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey Stinky. Not that you are, cos Librans always smell good, I just felt like saying that. Anyway, not even sure if you're reading this, but heck. I hate you for not meeting up with me during the hols! You're missed idiot. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081098297363662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RoOv-ws0BmI/AAAAAAAAA9g/k7ZyGfI-sV4/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, hi BFFAE. I've not seen you in ages. You didn't just fall off the face of the Earth right. Did you!? ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7440703920283555059?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7440703920283555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7440703920283555059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7440703920283555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7440703920283555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-you-mids.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RoOn5ws0BkI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CVUxvDxTlfE/s72-c/Image078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8231135272492815664</id><published>2007-06-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T03:44:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchfit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funnyfunpages.com/blowup/bitchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://funnyfunpages.com/blowup/bitchy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mean for thinking that he's not worth my time. Whatever. I shall be Nice Huda and continue chatting, taking 5 long minutes to reply each.. um, thing worthy of a response and let's see if he gets the hint. Technically, that's not Nice Huda but again, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really pathetic right now. It's a Saturday night, Najib told me about an hour ago that he's going out, though he's still online, lol. But he's not replying me so hmm. Clubbing like crazy lah huh someone. Or hitting Siglap. Whatever, still beats what I'm doing. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It being a Saturday night means I shouldnt be at home! I'M ALL ALONE AT HOME. With Kieffy of course. Who shut down the com a couple of minutes ago. What key she stepped on I've no clue. Maybe this computer's finally giving way? S H I T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Loser Huda all alone because I refused to attend the family chalet/bbq thing. Why? Figured I could use this time to study peacefully at home. Little did I know how lonely it'd get. No wonder my brother gets all pissy and ANGSTY TEENAGERISH when folks arent home and I'm uh, out till late. He's only 11 btw and man. I can FEEL him turning into a monster. This one will hit puberty early &lt;s&gt;too&lt;/s&gt;. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HE TOOK THE HINT! *THROWS CONFETTI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was unproductive. Seriously. This is serious. But you know, my theory is the more fun you have, the more trouble you'll be in. So less fun=less punishment, though ultimately it's the same thing I'm doing. But going out fun is definitely not stay home fun. So it's differnt. Dont try to prove me otherwise. I've got a box of knives in the storeroom only ten steps away. And won't you know it, it's a MAGICAL box of knives that can be thrown through the net and it's got PERFECT aim it'll hit you right at the heart! *GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm rambling my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieffy has been ridiculousy mushy of late. And I have been returning it in all fervour! My cat, is practically the sole receiving end of all my kisses. Because I'm a "swinging single" according to Jonathan and my family arent very kissy-huggy. I mean, we hug, and say "I love you"s, but kisses are getting rare. Which is good in a way cos then there's something to differentiate a special occasion from a normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but. I need more affection. More loving. That sounds spoilt, but hey, since Najib's been calling me a "Queen" might as well get that kinda treatment right. Been feeling pretty lousy about myself lately. And to put it plainly, THIS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. I just used the term my successful, hot, married and youthful cousin claims is the ULTIMATE teenage phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling, bear with me here. AND FUCK. I CANT FIND MY OXFORD. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's SHE doing, talking to me?! Today is a weird day with weird people talking to me on MSN. I can be so fake sometimes, I could hang myself. You may never know, it could be on the front page news one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl hangs self. Cause: She was so fake she couldnt take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's a first class ticket to hell, and I just got news of some scary shit that happened to ex's dad aka Dick's dad which is wayyy freaky. No need for details here, yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's possible I just Baygon-ed a pregnant cockroach. Hopefully it and its bloody babies die a hellish death. I hate them. They annoy the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you know what, each time a memory of you comes floating by, oh you know, the times when my head gets totally wonky and I remember you from a distance, (HA HA HA. I ACTUALLY REMEMBER YOU OMG I DESERVE THE NOBEL PRIZE) I FEEL IT ALL. I don't like how it went, how I felt, everything. So screw you lah okay if you think I'm being a bitch. Not that you'd even realise. I'm a pleasant, innocuous looking slice of (poisoned) chocolate cake that may just cause you your life. (THANK GOD I DIDNT GO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one hell of a messy post. I'm feeling rather shitty. Like you couldnt tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Funny Little Feeling by The Rock N Roll Soldiers. I need "noisy bam bam music" to quote Rachel. Man, not very good if you've got lots of mellow chill out songs. Feeling all.. I dont know. WEIRD. Oooh. New found angst. Thanks Mud for satisfying this.. hunger. Mud the Music Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the jugful of coffee I prepared for a supposedly "all night study session" that's spurring all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's Cecelia Ahern's fault. Or Mr "Show me the money" cos all that lovin's leaving me too green and too sick. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off coffee for some time now. Addiction greatly ceased since.. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Marine Parade's Starbucks fucking closed down and I fucking missed the Closing Party for Regular Customers (trust me you're regular when you go there 4-5 times a week) because I decided to accompany J and meet Mr I-think-I'm-a-Rock-Star-but-I'm-really-down-to-earth-and-REALLY-well-read-cos-I-knew-the-meaning-of-your-name-that-first-time-we-chatted-on-MSN (when you so googled it, I'm not blonde you blind rat) then stayed out late hence my sleeping over (not blaming you J!), since you &lt;s&gt;walked&lt;/s&gt; ran out of our lives, since I stopped going to Simei's outlet with Fatmah and nicknamed that Barista.. something I forgot, man dont I miss being the first customer there!, since I stopped going for my daily Nescafe's Mocha canned drink each morning before I make my way up to the library for ART (which is not art. it's.. Acadamic Reinforcement Time aka the programme Stupid Failing People go for), since College life started and I stopped frequenting coffee joints. Since. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still price elastic, hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, I forgot what caffeine does to your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. I want the old days back. Okay, maybe not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMF. I know why this (post), is so. I'M HAVING MY FUCKING PERIOD. Ahh. This explains it all. How'd I forget?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A - DAMN IT. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagesource.art.com/images/-/Being-Unstable-Bitchy-Magnet-C11750027.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my love, Huda *blows kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8231135272492815664?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8231135272492815664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8231135272492815664&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8231135272492815664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8231135272492815664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitchfit-it-being-saturday-night-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-870078926683063589</id><published>2007-06-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the movies I caught (some I've watched before) while on Couch Potato duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dvdzap.ca/dvd-imgs/1820d0/jerry-maguire-pochette-avant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/030221/13226__06renee_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is good! CATCH IT IF YOU'VE NOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excess Baggage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.beniciodeltoro.com/images/1997/baggage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought Emily and Vincent were really cute on screen! Really adorable together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnz001PzB4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gOCyaPmaBYg/s1600-h/theincrowd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079203668250789762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnz001PzB4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gOCyaPmaBYg/s320/theincrowd.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan Ward was so friggin hot. She's the one on the far right. She plays the hot, popular bitch who happens to be the villain. She pulls it off perfectly. It's quite creepy actually, the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnzzz1PzB3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/9aQLzcB05eo/s1600-h/weddingcrashers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079202551559292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnzzz1PzB3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/9aQLzcB05eo/s320/weddingcrashers.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahah. Funny shit. Laughed like a goon! You're a loser if you've not seen this! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Long Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079202396940470114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnzzq1PzB2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/KsaTZaJTsTg/s320/thelongweekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204840776861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnz15FPzB5I/AAAAAAAAA84/LzhrVRterBI/s320/brendanfehr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This show's funny. Bad reviews though but oh well. It's slapstick. So you "I only appreciate smart comedies" people won't like it. But hey! Brendan Fehr! Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079202319631058770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzmVPzB1I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xpvvD-b-Qdg/s320/spanglish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love it. I think I've mentioned this movie before. Hm. Two words. Watch this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzziFPzB0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HUFppsXttuw/s1600-h/selena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079202246616614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzziFPzB0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HUFppsXttuw/s320/selena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only about the millionth time I watched this! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzMVPzBzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/wC8ZUpjUxnk/s1600-h/snow_falling_on_cedars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079201872954459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzMVPzBzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/wC8ZUpjUxnk/s320/snow_falling_on_cedars.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked this one. A lot. Really romantic and sad too. :'( It made me shed buckets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204939561109410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnz1-1PzB6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/AIjy7IHViDc/s320/ethan-hawke02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Plus! Ethan Hawke, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzGVPzByI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qikAdiowwBY/s1600-h/perfect_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079201769875244834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzGVPzByI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qikAdiowwBY/s320/perfect_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's alright lah. If you're bored and have got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzB1PzBxI/AAAAAAAAA74/8EyrSeeYP9s/s1600-h/my_date_with_drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079201692565833490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzzB1PzBxI/AAAAAAAAA74/8EyrSeeYP9s/s320/my_date_with_drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty comical. Nothing great though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079201615256422146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnzy9VPzBwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EGVwSP5BkIo/s320/firstdaughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*YAWNS* But if you like dumb plots (which I do too, it's real easy on the brain LOL. But this one just didnt do it) you can try catching it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079200386895775442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnzx11PzBtI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wudHGv16bIY/s320/cruelintentions2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hell yeah. I love all 3! All that deceit makes for a good story. Although I think the first and third ones are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzxvVPzBsI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jG_fM8ZPIvo/s1600-h/casanova-wallpaper-1-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079200275226625730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzxvVPzBsI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jG_fM8ZPIvo/s320/casanova-wallpaper-1-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sienna Miller.. doesnt look like Sienna Miller? Lol. Worth catching, I say. Romcoms. I love them, so yeahhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzxDlPzBpI/AAAAAAAAA64/_iM-BAM5dr0/s1600-h/8mile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079199523607348882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzxDlPzBpI/AAAAAAAAA64/_iM-BAM5dr0/s320/8mile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's okay. The raps are rather bitchy. If you can catch it in the first place. Not in a 'you're dense you can't get it' way. Cos see, sometimes you cant hear what they say, cos it's rather muffled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry Wolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079201301723809506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzyrFPzBuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/xjbRmL_aIrA/s320/cry+wolf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;You know the manipulative game we all know and love, Polar Bear? (*coughs* The one that I happen to be good in. :D) Well, I think it originated from this movie! How the name Polar Bear came about, I've no idea. But Cry Wolf sounds so much nicer! The Liar being the Wolf of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079199622391596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnzxJVPzBqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rDT7GOxpnYU/s320/2005_cry_wolf_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cry Wolf's pretty good. All that deceit, yummy. And you wont fall asleep cos there's good eye candy. I managed to guess the ending! Go me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok. Sigh. Back to them gross books. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-870078926683063589?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/870078926683063589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=870078926683063589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/870078926683063589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/870078926683063589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-of-movies-i-caught-some-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rnz001PzB4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gOCyaPmaBYg/s72-c/theincrowd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-296444143736363283</id><published>2007-06-22T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:55:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay no. Must. Not. Be. Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUDA ALL THE WAY!!! YES I CAN OKAY. I CAN. I WILL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared shitless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-296444143736363283?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/296444143736363283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=296444143736363283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/296444143736363283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/296444143736363283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-303600199918504776</id><published>2007-06-22T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:49:54.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Monday's looming! Damn it. I'm toast. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-303600199918504776?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/303600199918504776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=303600199918504776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/303600199918504776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/303600199918504776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/helppppppppppppppppp-mondays-looming.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4287632136748233741</id><published>2007-06-21T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:07.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sentosa V2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I went there again the very next day. Tuesday. This time with Tabs, Scott and Co. Had brunch at Vivo first before taking the monorail there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tons of fun basically. I'm kinda short on words right now? As in, I dont know. Hahah. Kay, weird mood here, pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is always the case with them, did a lot of physical things! Sheesh. Hahah. It was real fun though. This time I applied sunblock right at the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. We play quite rough. Haha. Cos everyone kinda got injured? Okay some. Like how I scratched Val real bad the scar was purple! And the skin was kinda still in my nails? Ew right. I felt so bad. :/ BUT YA LAH. MARK ME SOME MORE! Hahah. But yeah. Like what Shrek said, Puss (me) did what it does well. SCRATCH! MEOWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like catching balls! ;D HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Luge too, which was whoa. Asskicking. The chair lift thing is fucking scary. At first. Height, gosh. That certainly takes getting used to. But view was lovely. Pretty pretty. The ride thingy itself was shiokkkkkk. Hahah. Full speed ahead! I went very fast okay. Got witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break at that shop/pool place where they hiked the prices of bottled drinks oh so high. Some played pool, while the others betted on who's gna win (Alvin and Dave) or camwhored (Garnell and I) or simply listened to the dirty(!) R&amp;B songs which kept playing (Chloe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went mad playing at the water fountain! Recall the post Sentosa V1? The part where Murny dragged Fatmah to watch kids play at the water fountain place? Well omgosh. We all did the exact same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe started it! She's to blame! We went crazy okay. Like just went mad spraying everyone and everything. It's one of those you have to be there to know what it was like kinda thing. Asskicking. (Yes, I like this term a lot. You?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got so wet and so loud and man, that was hell fun. There were even random people videoing us!! LOL. They laughed along and didnt like give us disapproving looks or what not. OH MAN! THE TRAMS! HAHAH. I forgot about that. Imagine what the people passing by were thinking?! HAHAH. A whole group of teenagers running and screaming around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beach time! Love it! Even though the water was dirty! EW. There was this once we started to smell like kerosene or oil or something. Just plain gross okay. Tourist spot? HUHHH. My ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares. We still had good fun. Garnell didnt get sand-ed! Haha. Cos all of us did except her! Cheater! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Coastes, all thanks to a certain Mr Foo! The place was really nice. Ambiance there was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Them boys were complaining about how we took a long time to bathe. And the girls! They werent very supportive either! Kept pushing it to me! Which was technically accurate. But yah okay nvm. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Coastes, we went for ice cream a couple of shops down. Yay for ice cream. New Zealand's Natural &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out, had to pass the Luge area, realised it was open and everyone got high and on about it. The lady at the ticket counter was really sweet cos she gave it to us at a cheaper price! The view at night was real pretty too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only left Sentosa pretty late actually. And I didnt even realise the time! See, that was how much fun I was having. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnell left us at the Imbiah station for some party while the rest of us trained back all the way to the Far East, with funny incidents in between and a ton of laughs. &lt;em&gt;These people&lt;/em&gt;. *shakes head&lt;br /&gt;Stopped for drinks at this food court before ending the night. By then it was only The Neighbours and me left. Hahah, me=so extra, &lt;em&gt;HOR&lt;/em&gt;? (HAHAH. THAT'S A POKE AT YOU TABBY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went our separate ways and yup. Had a great time. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqXDFPzBoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/FJETbmopOuo/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078537609017493122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqXDFPzBoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/FJETbmopOuo/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Val's fingers spoil it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqVA1PzBmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/8EZTugaFBO8/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535371339531874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqVA1PzBmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/8EZTugaFBO8/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babes pooling. They are really not bad you know. I suckzxx real baddd. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqVHlPzBnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/q835Q6GsDxM/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535487303648882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqVHlPzBnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/q835Q6GsDxM/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garnell! She has some appetite man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqU7FPzBlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mK_kKDaRNrA/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535272555284050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqU7FPzBlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mK_kKDaRNrA/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabitha and Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqU1VPzBkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4tVogNygITM/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535173771036226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqU1VPzBkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4tVogNygITM/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owner and the wearer. See, they take great joy using my things as "props".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics here, the rest coming your way (to a theatre near you) soon. Hah, lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of next week leaves me hyperventilating. ): Today was good though. "Quality time" spent with some of the Council people. Scandalous bunch. Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4287632136748233741?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4287632136748233741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4287632136748233741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4287632136748233741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4287632136748233741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa-v2-d-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnqXDFPzBoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/FJETbmopOuo/s72-c/Image097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3449602711989925194</id><published>2007-06-21T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:51:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pettyfogging. But it's not. Man. Insecurities, go away. Too much to say. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;caught&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's thrown in together. At once. Too messy. I'm worried, annoyed, frightened to death, pissed off, sad, angered, hopeful, trusting.. I could go on all day. But I've got an important thing tomorrow, and it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I need a break too. But I can't quite have it? Okay, evidently, this is one of those entries you'll never get cos. You just. Wont. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls never did anybody any good. Simply a defence mechanism, I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3449602711989925194?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3449602711989925194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3449602711989925194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3449602711989925194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3449602711989925194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/pettyfogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3244193460355828749</id><published>2007-06-19T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:06:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa V1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was great. (: Miss the crazy times with these people! Siti and I were Giggling Idiots! Somehow, it's always like this when we're together. And it gets REALLY bad. We'll not know where we're walking, going to the carpark area and everything. Yes, I'm sad to say we kind of do evolve to become these Malay Blondes when we're together. I say it's her fault. You go "Nay", and I officially declare you a Horrible Reader, now shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning at VivoCity! Okay, so maybe it wasnt exactly early. Or morning, for that matter. More like noon-ish? SORRY I WAS LATE LAH. Household drama, whoa. You dont wna know. (Rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us separated, Murny and Fatmah were gna get more snacks/drinks while the two of us, yeah. Getting the same thing too. Fatmah isnt very bright, now is she? Since she didnt realise something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But okay lah. Dont say already. 8 pointer Bimbo in the house, yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us ran around Vivo trying to find her presents. HAHAHA. It was mega funny and fun! :D Like little rats running around the mall! (okay, maybe 'little' isnt exactly the right adjective, hur hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got her stuff, a cute brown clutch and this sexyyyy long wooden necklace that I would have gotten for myself. Hee. Both from Tangs. Can I just say the shades there rock too? Yes. It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that we cant possibly go back EMPTY HANDED, so we bought EXPENSIVE SG$1.10 for one, apples. Oh, but they were goooooddd. Sexy red, juicy, crispy enough and so so sweet. Ahhh. Snow White! Hahah, random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get her a slice of this asskicking cake too. All this within a span of what, 20 minutes? POWER OR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Siti has this Sentosa card thing that's so awesome cos it meant a lot of things FOC for us! See, it's the cardholder plus 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siloso Beach! Wasnt as hip as expected lah, hahah. (we had our own expectations, which werent even that up high, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Get her to eat the cake, quick before the chocolate melts! Murny (yes, she's been very helpful) "ran away" with her to watch some kids play with the water fountain. Hah, go figure lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Siti and I immediately got into action! We saw this Pakcik smoking, so I approached him, but bloody hell. The lighter's in bits and pieces, squashed on the ground beside him. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the bar nearby, asked this Angmoh dude who was SO PROUD OKAY! &lt;em&gt;SOMBONG!&lt;/em&gt; Whatever, managed to get a lighter from this dude working there. Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We had to buy the New Zealand ice cream to use the chairs and tables there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatmah darling was so touched! HAHAH. Aww, yes I know. We're too awesome for you. :D And she hasnt even gotten the card and presents yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did beach stuff ie laze, observe, critic, bitch (not really actually, I was feeling very Zen, hahah shut up) and yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer. Siti and myself tried to at least. I can kick pretty decently! Went into the water too of course. As mentioned, the usual beach stuff. The jellyfish scare thing got the better of us! Cos we started imagining things, and Fatmah felt a fish slide past her. Wait what? SLIDE!? I meant SWIM. Sheesh, Huda. Really now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the water was goooood! Clean! Or cleanER than the other beaches. Well they have to. If they cant handle a FAKE beach, a TOURIST spot, then I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun wasnt really out. Pretty much cloudy the whole day actually. So I thought there was no need for sunblock, even though I did bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUR. I was wrong. My nose is now a different shade. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of interesting things too, may I add. People watching is love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL SCOFIELD!!!! HAHAH, and HIS FRIEND! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE kept hitting the ball our way. But okay, fine, it was easy to forgive them cos there were a couple of *coughhottiescough* amongst them. Prove that The Goodlooking get away with things. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man. When it came sailing our way, AND RIGHT SMACK ON MY NOSE? NOT. SO CUTE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt feel my nose for all of 10 seconds hokay! Not funny. It was real quick, the whole thing. BAM, someone whacked the ball, hit my nose, accompanied by a LOUD "FUCKKKKKKKKK" from yours truly and then it bounced off my nose (it sounds funny but it's NOT) and missed Siti by like an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you "FUCKKKKK" is faster and less tiring than screaming, hahah. Less Whiny Bimbo too, but possibly more "WAH SHIT. SO FIERCE, BACK OFF". Whatever okay. Screw you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HIS FRIEND apologised but didnt look too apologetic to me! Scofield was so much cuter. His reaction. HEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that abuse, and all we did was play Bluff (WHICH I WON HUR HUR) and listen to the radio which HUDA kindly brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this group of Banglas. Disturbing. What's new. FUCKTARDS LAH OKAY. SORRY I CANNOT TAHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA! Siti lost her ring! Yes, THAT ring! Panicked everyone, but phew. Fatmah found it. In the sand too, so almost impossible yah. Karma, babe. Karma. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! We also made our own music videos! DAMN LAME. Music came from my phone and the "video cam" was Murny's phone. Man, it was fucking hilarious, really! Let's see. We did "U and Your Hand", "That Thing You Do", "Build Me Up Buttercup", "Nothing In This World" and "Girlfriend". I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. It's so funny, it's so cute, it's so adorable, it's smokin' hottttt. And bimbotic too. Fatmah's real good at that cos she doesnt have to act! :D You'd just want to hug us and bring us home. But heck no. We dont want you to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the start of U and Your Hand? The part where she goes "uh uh uh uh uh"? IT LOOKED LIKE PORN LAH OMG. Cos we're such great actors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing back the music vids later, got us laughing like mad, while waiting for the bus. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 around there? Headed for the toilet to bathe and whoa. Great timing! It started to lightly drizzle. I think we took DONKEY YEARS in the toilet la! Terrible vainpots. No, self so NOT included ok. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, right. It was fated! That we were to be in Michael Scofield's view the whole day long! Cos we saw him and friends waiting for the bus to harbourfront too! HAH! WE SHOOT, WE SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Long John at Vivo, and gave Fatmah her presents! She wore it immediately and was very obedient! See, in the card I wrote that she should be an awesome friend by going "*GASPS* AWWW, you guys shouldn't have!!!" when she opens her presents. And she did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much summed it up. (: And now, the part you've all been waiting for, with bated breath no less, the piccas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="410" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-1f.slide.com&amp;channel=648518346341490463&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346341490463&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346341490463&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it's Sentosa &lt;em&gt;V1&lt;/em&gt; becauseeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out soon enough. (: Hey, I need to have some tactic or other to pull in you readers too right. I keep you coming back for more, baby! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3244193460355828749?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3244193460355828749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3244193460355828749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3244193460355828749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3244193460355828749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa-v1-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4414836542396942738</id><published>2007-06-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:03:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I'd boast about, it'd be my mum. Heart to hearts are IT. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4414836542396942738?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4414836542396942738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4414836542396942738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4414836542396942738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4414836542396942738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-theres-one-thing-id-boast-about-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3706918099383944582</id><published>2007-06-17T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why my holidays are nothing short of awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday! Oh it was gooooooddd. Oh it was gooooooooddd. It was goooood when the big ship went down! To the bottom of the husbands and wives. Little children lost their lives.. It was goooodddd when the big ship went down! HAHAH! Man, I remember doing this cheer with the Delphinus babes and silly Hilda and Geraldine who were damn on about doing it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I broke off into that cheer/song, Monday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D WHY? Cos I got to spend it with The Constants AND SG18! (those who could make it anyways, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Tengku first. She was all, "Hurry take a cab here! I need to first get the tickets I've already booked you know!" Hahah, the goon. Okay so yeah cabbed to Kembangan then got off (dumbness I swear) to take cab once more to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sheesh. Could've just cabbed straight away right. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the boys and off we went to watch Ocean's 13! Brad Pitt is the sexxxxxxxx, omgosh. How can someone look so mighty fine!? And Matt Damon.. used to look better? Hahah idk lah. Anyway, movie was pretty good, so yay. Unfortch, I gotta go meet them SG18 folks! Unfortunate for them, lah duh, they'll miss my company. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Sentosa and dinner later! It turned out no one could make it for Sentosa in the afternoon-ish so it was just dinner at VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zul by total coincidence. See, was checking through my 'Sent Items' folder and ohheck. It didnt show Zul's name! Which meant I didnt send her the reminder message!!! WHICH MEANT! Yah you know what it means. So I messaged her, though it was wayyyy too late by then, of course. But thank my lucky stars she got it, and was in fact on her way! I asked her where she was and whoa. She was at Dhoby Ghout too!Hahah! Then I started looking around and POOF! She was right in front of me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That para *points above* has kinda too many '!', yes? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so met up with the rest, got Nad her birthday present which was this pretty necklace that looks like a locket but it's not hahah and this funky ring. Then met Nad and the rest so goodie. We could start finding for a place to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a good 45 minutes just FINDING a place to eat. The girls got distracted by all the hothothot shoes! Okay, fine. It was mainly Anthea and I. Heh. Reminded me so much of the 20th, how long we took to FIND A PLACE TO DINE, hahah. Settled for Secret Receipe and we took another YEAR to decide what to eat and order. Classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076923139400859938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTaslPzASI/AAAAAAAAAwA/m5feCb2v7Pc/s320/DSC02785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921430003876114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTZJFPzARI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jsP2qaEGzw4/s320/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;My kebabs, which arent quite kebabs. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076919974009962754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTX0VPzAQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Q-Jox-x35yY/s320/DSC02783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924470840721730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTb6FPzAUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/jpo5BcQpbbI/s400/DSC02787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925364193919314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTcuFPzAVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IOwwuzT-a8c/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dang. This would've been a nice picture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076926429345808738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTdsFPzAWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/XQEH9L6Hjiw/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's always Randall who does this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076919265340358898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTXLFPzAPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gRKPN_9cgEg/s320/DSC02782.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kong, Sree, Berlinda, Nad, Zul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTFC1Py_8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tb-nqM68-co/s1600-h/P1011561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076899332397137858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTFC1Py_8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tb-nqM68-co/s320/P1011561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTEVFPy_7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/exRdqNEYTDo/s1600-h/P1011560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076898546418122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTEVFPy_7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/exRdqNEYTDo/s320/P1011560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angela, Bharati, MOI, Anthea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTEFlPy_6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/JW_E1R_vV3Q/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076898280130150306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTEFlPy_6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/JW_E1R_vV3Q/s320/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUPID 50CENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTD71Py_5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C2LjAdQn2Ck/s1600-h/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076898112626425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTD71Py_5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/C2LjAdQn2Ck/s320/DSC03585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yum yum, munch munch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTD2VPy_4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/GMsa5Fb_h-4/s1600-h/DSC03584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076898018137145218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTD2VPy_4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/GMsa5Fb_h-4/s320/DSC03584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTDuVPy_3I/AAAAAAAAAso/ZB0ztErPYMY/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076897880698191730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTDuVPy_3I/AAAAAAAAAso/ZB0ztErPYMY/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also gave Nad her presents and man was she gullible when I purposely said aloud "Guys, pass your 30 bucks to me for the present!" HAHAH. That was effing funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTo4lPzAqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/CJCbrTkWnd4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076938738722079394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTo4lPzAqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/CJCbrTkWnd4/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got the bugger to put it on for her. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I got starstruck! COS GUESS WHO WAS DINING WITH US QUICK! (well okay, she wasnt dining with us, per se, more like she was at Secret Receipe too) You know Vicki, the elder sister in Growing Up? OMF I SAW HER. I USED TO BE SUCH A HUGGGGGGEEEEE FAN OF HERS OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall stop shouting. Heh. But really. Man. She's soooo pretty in real life! Like flawless complexion and everything. Hahah. Me=starting to sound like an idiot. And no, you will not retort with some smart "Huh. Only now meh?". I forgot her name! Damn. So I asked them and they too did not know so I called Mariam and yessssss! Her name's Irin Gan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTCplPy_2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4YX1LXj-uR0/s1600-h/growing_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076896699582185314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTCplPy_2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4YX1LXj-uR0/s320/growing_up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to faithfully catch it every Sunday night at 8! And I caught the rereuns too the other time like eons ago lah. It'll be like a family ritual kinda thing, you know? Hahah, I was so smitten. I mean, hey, she &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my favourite character! I should just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after dinner, we headed upstairs for a bit to hang out in the open air place and take pictures!!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we got distracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076901604434837474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTHHFPy_-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/M2UbkwBWzR4/s320/P1011563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho yeah. We attacked Six and shamelessly started snapping. The pair I was wearing looks weird cos it wasnt sitting nicely on my nose bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076899663109619666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTFWFPy_9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/l6lAKQcNscw/s320/P1011562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funkayyy. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTjGlPzAcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4MRE-f6jafM/s1600-h/DSC02796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076932382170481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTjGlPzAcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4MRE-f6jafM/s400/DSC02796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not quite ready yet lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnThjVPzAbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QQZYfchUeEo/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076930677068464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnThjVPzAbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QQZYfchUeEo/s400/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTg7FPzAaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Hr1em022v2s/s1600-h/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076929985578729890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTg7FPzAaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Hr1em022v2s/s400/DSC02793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berlinda likes pictures in B&amp;W/Sepia tones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTgX1PzAZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/fSVq8sn_Ugs/s1600-h/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076929379988341138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTgX1PzAZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/fSVq8sn_Ugs/s400/DSC02792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahah, we're too cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTfcVPzAYI/AAAAAAAAAww/BWaEa3Vo9kQ/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076928357786124674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTfcVPzAYI/AAAAAAAAAww/BWaEa3Vo9kQ/s400/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happeh happeh people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTelVPzAXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1mE0P_Wsyr4/s1600-h/DSC02790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076927412893319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTelVPzAXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1mE0P_Wsyr4/s400/DSC02790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918814368792802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTWw1PzAOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/E2neL9ABU64/s320/P1011583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTWw1PzAOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/E2neL9ABU64/s1600-h/P1011583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918603915395282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTWklPzANI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jn7oggFjsvE/s320/P1011582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918376282128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTWXVPzAMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0NsF0xwniVQ/s320/P1011581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOYSSSSSS. *shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076935715065102834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTmIlPzAfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/D1Y0BOS6cRQ/s320/DSC02800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076934194646680034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTkwFPzAeI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kh4M2bfXpYc/s400/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTkwFPzAeI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kh4M2bfXpYc/s1600-h/DSC02799.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some reason, a cap found its way on top of my head. -.-" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076909618843811938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTOZlPzAGI/AAAAAAAAAug/IcCHqzR9jJU/s400/P1011573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTMDlPzAFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OuyJULWy3o4/s1600-h/P1011571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076907041863434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTMDlPzAFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OuyJULWy3o4/s400/P1011571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKx1PzAEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PCKLDHPo2Qo/s1600-h/P1011570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076905637409128514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKx1PzAEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PCKLDHPo2Qo/s400/P1011570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKkVPzADI/AAAAAAAAAuI/DjKoLhCuXU4/s1600-h/P1011567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076905405480894514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKkVPzADI/AAAAAAAAAuI/DjKoLhCuXU4/s400/P1011567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKS1PzACI/AAAAAAAAAuA/CzmvSvxG6Wc/s1600-h/P1011569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076905104833183778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTKS1PzACI/AAAAAAAAAuA/CzmvSvxG6Wc/s400/P1011569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076903288062017538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTIpFPzAAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/EcWhe5V3WpE/s320/P1011566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTHflPy__I/AAAAAAAAAto/e_Xm_GXDmRk/s1600-h/P1011565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076902025341632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTHflPy__I/AAAAAAAAAto/e_Xm_GXDmRk/s320/P1011565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, had a great time just chilling and doing pretty random things. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076912032615432306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTQmFPzAHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/cQhMk7WuixE/s400/P1011584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076915408459726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTTqlPzAJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GA7gp9PEV_c/s320/P1011576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076915868021227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTUFVPzAKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/j_VMMKsAXD4/s320/P1011578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076917603188015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTVqVPzALI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Tay6BHVf66A/s320/P1011579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These two ah. Forever you know. TSK TSK TSK. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076913256681111682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTRtVPzAII/AAAAAAAAAuw/we24d3K9pEE/s400/P1011585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG 18 Cheerleaders!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just chucked aside my heels and it feels so nice to go barefooted. Hah. Think we were the ones disrupting the peace up there for the couples. Whoops. Not that I care really, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, 30-ed to Kembangan. Well I was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to drop off at Kembangan, but I was sleeping see and so I missed my stop. Hahah. Oh and while walking out, at the interchange's walkway, to cross the road to cab back to Mud's, I was suddenly hit on my shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Nad! Which meant that. Yeah, there's no difference really, taking the MRT and the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Mud's and man. The cab driver was being such a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did. Well, we just do what we usually do over at Mud's. Basically just lounged around and talked and joked and laughed a whole lot. Tried not to wake everyone up, lol. Hahah. Also watched this movie, some Brit comedy called Office Space. Okay,&lt;em&gt; they &lt;/em&gt;watched. I was uh, &lt;em&gt;semi sleeping&lt;/em&gt;? Haha. It's not my fault the sofa's that comfy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTn5lPzAoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/PadKfpA169A/s1600-h/542765607_b1e2765f9f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076937656390320770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTn5lPzAoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/PadKfpA169A/s320/542765607_b1e2765f9f_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnx1PzAnI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aQiESg11JIo/s1600-h/542765601_29cca9da06_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076937523246334578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnx1PzAnI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aQiESg11JIo/s320/542765601_29cca9da06_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse the hair, ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnoFPzAmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/HXRHVLM24bA/s1600-h/542765597_2287c8ac43_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076937355742610018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnoFPzAmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/HXRHVLM24bA/s320/542765597_2287c8ac43_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; sofa. I look ridiculously happy. Hahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076937746584634002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTn-1PzApI/AAAAAAAAAy4/K4Zy9jCfXcc/s320/542765609_1c3350a333_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTwvVPzArI/AAAAAAAAAzI/FdJmuJOEdiI/s1600-h/542765593_35d4f488ce_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076947375901311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTwvVPzArI/AAAAAAAAAzI/FdJmuJOEdiI/s400/542765593_35d4f488ce_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, snacked on Mud's sisters "rejected" cupcakes which were pretty darn good actually! She sells it btw, very prettily decorated, packed and everything. So yes, you can click &lt;a href="http://realising-nuala.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested. (MUD, SAY I'M NICE, THANKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to watch the French version of Taxi but crap. The subtitles were so screwed lah! Gave up, went up to his room and we were like whispering on the way up. Haha, then this part damn funny. I was talking to Mud about, I cant remember what. We were still whispering! Inside his room! So then he whispered, "Eh. Why are we still whispering?!", which got us both laughing &lt;em&gt;normally&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAH LAME SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Flight of the Conchords which got us crazy laughing. This duo's really something I tell you. &lt;em&gt;"In the day time. Of the nighttt." &lt;/em&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also music, man, the music's like this important part of chilling at Mud's or something. Hahah. By music, it means Mud strumming and Mariam singing and Najib and I watching and appreciating. HAHAH. K, so we'll (Jib and I) like &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to join in when we can, but I think we usually spoil it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we tiptoed (well I did anyway) downstairs cos we got thirsty. And heh heh. So cute. We made Quakeroats! 3 in 1 no less but still. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076936002827911682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTmZVPzAgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/s0uzFnBgOtI/s320/542741372_7741ab1ad9_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076936256230982162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTmoFPzAhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/F_FwUIzJfoo/s320/542741376_bb268bc2df_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076936350720262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTmtlPzAiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/A-Vs2g8-s_o/s320/542741380_b49ecf0c00_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self timer shots we took were so adorable! Love it muchos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnIFPzAkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2CydgrhSA2o/s1600-h/542741396_44c1bc3900_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076936805986796098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTnIFPzAkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2CydgrhSA2o/s400/542741396_44c1bc3900_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTm01PzAjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/jjBVqchIwJQ/s1600-h/542741384_49da0c38be_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076936475274314290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTm01PzAjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/jjBVqchIwJQ/s400/542741384_49da0c38be_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTm01PzAjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/jjBVqchIwJQ/s1600-h/542741384_49da0c38be_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We look like obedient little kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So then, decided to just sleepover at Mar's since Najib was sleeping over at Mud's. And hello, by then it was like. 3+? So not wasting my money for the cab fair, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part! AWWWW. The boys were so insistent that we take a cab back. So sweet hokay! And like. Mariam's house is 5 minutes away! They were too cute. Hahah, see Mud hasnt opened the main gate yet. So the two of us, Mar and I, decided to climb over the gate cos it'll make a lot of noise, sort of, and Mud's mum's a light sleeper and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we left our bags behind. Hahah, and Najib held them hostage till Mud came out with the cab money. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back at Mariam's. Hur hur. It's funny to see them (Mud and her) trying to open the door/gate as quietly as they can. It's like. So sneaky! Hahah. I mean, sure, I do that too. Oh man. You dont know my padlock. It's annoying. And my gate kinda squeaks when you open it. But still. It's funny to watch them be all careful and quiet. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in her room, bathed and changed to her checked boxers and this Police shirt! Hahah! I remember her sister and sister's friend wearing it for her 12th birthday party. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a policewoman and she, a TKSS-ian (or whatever they call it) for the night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948617146860322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTx3lPzAyI/AAAAAAAAA0A/cQ7gD3tEg30/s320/Photo349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started goofing around with the Photobooth thing in her Mac. Damn. We were doing so many crazy things. And hell, when she sent me the photos, it was a whopping 80++!!! Terrible right. But it was hell fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVIDENCE THAT WE'RE MEGA GOOFBALLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-7b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782123561339&amp;site=widget-7b.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And some of my &lt;strong&gt;favourite shots&lt;/strong&gt;? (If you're wondering, yes, I happen to have time on my side. Well technically, no, but you know. Gosh, shut up. Why do you have to know anyways?!) Oh yes, excuse the hair once again. Cos it was still REALLY wet lah. That's why I didnt tie up, till much later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyyFPzA6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/bJaN352zkvA/s1600-h/Photo319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949622169207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyyFPzA6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/bJaN352zkvA/s320/Photo319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTym1PzA5I/AAAAAAAAA04/YyYfGpm3sUg/s1600-h/Photo342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949428895679378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTym1PzA5I/AAAAAAAAA04/YyYfGpm3sUg/s320/Photo342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949252802020226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyclPzA4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/5jdqm5DS8cg/s320/Photo305.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cool or what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyNVPzA1I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RLi3VwY_uKI/s1600-h/Photo396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948990809015122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyNVPzA1I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RLi3VwY_uKI/s400/Photo396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me: "omgwtf!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyBFPzAzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wND546d3AEM/s1600-h/Photo373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948780355617586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyBFPzAzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wND546d3AEM/s320/Photo373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is the part she goes "OMG. BIMBOOOO". Hey, I think I do the mirror writing better than you lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949098183197538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyTlPzA2I/AAAAAAAAA0g/iWANLLuSbxI/s320/Photo393.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948458233070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxuVPzAxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/YQx_e-z6V8E/s320/Photo345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxm1PzAwI/AAAAAAAAAzw/XKv0gB9rzho/s1600-h/Photo372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948329384051458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxm1PzAwI/AAAAAAAAAzw/XKv0gB9rzho/s320/Photo372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Evidently, she doesnt agree. HUHHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxaVPzAvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/y4_bJmMdk54/s1600-h/Photo334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948114635686642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxaVPzAvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/y4_bJmMdk54/s320/Photo334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxU1PzAuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ayH6r0Hhd4k/s1600-h/Photo329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948020146406114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxU1PzAuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ayH6r0Hhd4k/s320/Photo329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxMVPzAtI/AAAAAAAAAzY/H8giU65oGhM/s1600-h/Photo313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076947874117518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxMVPzAtI/AAAAAAAAAzY/H8giU65oGhM/s320/Photo313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;HAI YAK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxEVPzAsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hRTRtiBGB6k/s1600-h/Photo306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076947736678564546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTxEVPzAsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hRTRtiBGB6k/s320/Photo306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948874844898114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyGlPzA0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-KyLimVeT7M/s400/Photo385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is way true..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949166902674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTyXlPzA3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/XmDKYU6aP64/s400/Photo398.jpg" border="0" /&gt; RIGHT TENGKU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO! The two of us only ended up sleeping at 4, 5 while talking in the dark. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning! We (the four of us) planned to meet at 9 in the AM at Raimah's for breakfast, so obviously you'd think we'll have trouble. But nope! Hahah! I was fine and up at about 8? :D Tell you already right. ME=POWERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that bitch had a LOT of problems. I poked her, pushed her, separated the curtains, off-ed the air con, opened the windows (I had difficulty with the windchimes lah that's why it was noisy!), pulled off her blanket and the whole works lah basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a pig. (HEH, but like usually, it's Lee who'll do those things to me when I sleepover. So see, I learn from the best. Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so then met the boys for breakfast yup. Headed home. But see, because I'm too cool, I had to like quickly bathe, change (out of Mariam's lousy sports bra which DOES NOT function as one, please) and I'm out again! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Tabby's but fuck. I GOT LOST. Hahah. So I dropped off from wherever it was I was and WALKED all the way to Block 874A! Once more, I shall reiterate, ME=POWERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl ah. She refused to come pick me up from downstairs cos they were in the middle of watching a movie. COWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Joined them watching Saw 3. And ugh. Disturbing. But disturbingly good. The doctor/surgeon's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, contemplated, I called Escape to ask if the rides were still open since it just rained and all, and yeah. OFF WE WERE TO ESCAPE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldnt remember when was the last time I went there. With Fatmah and her cousins YEARS ago? Man. I really can't remember. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a cab with Tabs, Valerie and Alvin while the other 3 got another one. OOOH! It was so fun lah. All the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viking and Inverter were awesome man. Really. Oh, the last time I was there, it was called the Cadbury and the Yakult was the first ride!! Anyway, yeah those two rides. Like whoa. What a kick. Went right to the end with Derek and Scott for the Viking. WHOA..&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream and scream and screammmmm. And we'd put our hands in the air when it was swinging our side and crap. That was mother scary okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cadbury! (I dont care. It'll always be Cadbury to me, hah suckers) Wow. It was so shiokkk. Seriously. When it hangs you downside up? WOW. My things would hurt like crazy but okay lah, imagine the boys?! LOL. I was like on the same row as Alvin and Scott right. And at the start of the ride, when they were making sure we're all nice and tight (PLS DONT THINK SICK THANKS) and secure, they kept on going "OW. OWW. OWWWWW." HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pepsi one wasnt working or something so that sucked. Was quite looking forward to that! What else. OH YES! I did the go kart thing for the first time! HAHA, what a noob ya okay I know. GO KARTING'S FUNNNN! Oh and I met Amos while queueing for it! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The haunted house. SOMEONE *nudge wink nudge* was not bad ahhh. *coughsScottcoughs* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so what else. The log thing! Since there's 7 of us, one had to do twice right. So that someone was me. :D First time, I did it with Val and I was the one at the back. MANNNN. I got soaked through and through! Hahah! Next I went with Alvin and sat front but like. It was still wet? Hahah. But how could I tell. I was already dripping wet to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just rode the rides over and over again till it was closing! SUCKS LAH, CLOSE SO BLOODY EARLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954454007416034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT3LVPzBOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/3E-7c8yneyc/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe is a Libran too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954346633233618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT3FFPzBNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KiJF-iSwU9Q/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aye! So fierce, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT3AlPzBMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/NVoR6YYpe5w/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954269323822274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT3AlPzBMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/NVoR6YYpe5w/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954174834541746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT27FPzBLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bZ-q3Tsx5I8/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While waiting in the queue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(low quality photos cos my phone camera sucks okay. therefore when zoomed, it REALLY does suck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954084640228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT211PzBKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ymW2WmhI12s/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy in black spoils it for not smiling!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953663733433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2dVPzBGI/AAAAAAAAA2g/spz7xG9I8iw/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2u1PzBJI/AAAAAAAAA24/5AxptOs2Wkc/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953964381144210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2u1PzBJI/AAAAAAAAA24/5AxptOs2Wkc/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIKING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2o1PzBII/AAAAAAAAA2w/ccNHTdnCaXM/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953861301929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2o1PzBII/AAAAAAAAA2w/ccNHTdnCaXM/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2i1PzBHI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1LkQ-qkBr6Q/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953758222713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2i1PzBHI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1LkQ-qkBr6Q/s400/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2UFPzBFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8tL42QdZkBo/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076953504819643474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT2UFPzBFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8tL42QdZkBo/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabs and I (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe left cos she has a CURFEW HEH HEH HEH. Okay, uncalled for. But I just felt like doing that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to Tabs' and we just slacked around, playing cards. Games like Homo, and bluff. EH DEREK, ALVIN WE'VE GOT TO BEAT THEM NEXT TIME IN HOMO HOKAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lah. We lost. Like totally lost. LOL. So we ordered in Macs and watched Shutter with the whole house dark and everything. Wooo. Scaryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's like scary/suspense, you know? But still. Gosh. Tabby and I would scream and the rest would be spooked. Actually she's so much worse okay. She'll scream at the WRONG times and it'll scare everyone else. And get this. She's watched this before. YES I KNOW. HOW VERY -.-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that instead of screaming I'll just go "FUCKKKK OMGGGGG FUCKKKKKK NOOOOOOO" most of the time. LOL. Screaming takes too much energy sometimes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHAHAH! Derek was scared shitless. We could so tell lah! Like he's sitting one corner in the living room, and he'll be so stunned. Like STUNNED, can see his heart stop when his eyes go big and everything! HAHAH. All it needs to complete it is for his face to turn paper white cartoon-style. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Shutter, they watched Shrek 2. See, were figured that what we need is something really happy/funny to counter Shutter. Heh. And yes, &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;watched cos see, I fell asleep. HAHAH. Hello, I had all of 3 hours to sleep the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I left her place at about 1, 1++? Val and Derek were sleeping over and Alvin walked home (as in his house is right across the road, hahah) like right after Shutter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076952744610432018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT1n1PzBBI/AAAAAAAAA14/FVQMtdSVAD0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott Scott!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076954587151402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT3TFPzBPI/AAAAAAAAA3o/flPBW5mBRaA/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked him to turn around but you know what he said? He went "No no, dont need. Take the side view!" -.-"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;Cabbed home and awhh. Tabby was all "Message me when you get back". Hahah I sent "Mommy, I'm home now". Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. OF COURSE WE TOOK PICTURES! Hooray for self timers, really! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959844191372626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT8FFPzBVI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/LGabx_DoocA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY good kids. :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT101PzBEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4_NufFe-XnY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959766881961282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT8AlPzBUI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/mKT-gHBJGt8/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;D (poor SHREK, always gets cut off!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959324500329730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT7m1PzBQI/AAAAAAAAA3w/QalpT1v6TFU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kungfu fighting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959560723531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT70lPzBRI/AAAAAAAAA34/8pG8eS6QbS4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959676687648050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT77VPzBTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/huL042czkQg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAH!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076952675890955266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnT1j1PzBAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1Uib9Sn2v6E/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was good. (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scott's red shirt is terribly comfy btw. Am having second thoughts about returning it to him come Tuesday. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;Okay, I think Family's going shopping later. YESA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;Anyway, yes. Went to Clearwater to play tennis with The Constants yesterday morning. Wait, or was it the day before? Gosh. I cant remember. OH YA. FRIDAY! Anyway, I TRIED to play. Not easy man. But there were these old men who were playing on the court next to us who very kindly gave us pointers as well as four balls that are ALIVE. Cos apparently, we were using DEAD balls that can give us "tennis elbow". See. I pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;After about an hour, we had to go back up to Mud's penthouse (yes, PENTHOUSE) cos it started to rain! Mud totally &lt;em&gt;bedek-ed&lt;/em&gt; (bluffed) me cos he said upstairs no electricity. And I believed him. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Macs breakfast (ugh, I know. Macs here, Macs there.) It was funny. Cos I was the one that called right and the dude's voice was sexy btw, k besides the point. The point is, Mud was very insistent on having his "iced Milo &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; the ice" and I had to say that, hence sounding stupid. What made it stupider was the fact that I later decided that I too wanted it, without the ice. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. The delivery guy was an idiot. He spilled the Milo lah! So we had Milo dripping all over the house right from the doorstep to the kitchen, on the table! Man. Messy shit. But thank god for Domestic Huda. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a short time spent with them, cos the boys had to go for Friday prayers and stuff, but still. A good short time spent. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976104937555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUK3lPzBfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ptTC3nK5jZE/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnULB1PzBhI/AAAAAAAAA54/NHZOTVVbWo4/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976281031214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnULB1PzBhI/AAAAAAAAA54/NHZOTVVbWo4/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUK9lPzBgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/BLKukf3lJXY/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976208016770562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUK9lPzBgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/BLKukf3lJXY/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKzFPzBeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZlrfAI-Sn3s/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976027628144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKzFPzBeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZlrfAI-Sn3s/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKuFPzBdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/e6wMcTg0f1s/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975941728798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKuFPzBdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/e6wMcTg0f1s/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKpFPzBcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ib6NHYFHJZE/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975855829452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKpFPzBcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ib6NHYFHJZE/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKj1PzBbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/LNL5Ug_DD4I/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975765635138994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKj1PzBbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/LNL5Ug_DD4I/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKcFPzBaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/fAOeBjNYlE4/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975632491152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKcFPzBaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/fAOeBjNYlE4/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKWlPzBZI/AAAAAAAAA44/H0X0LkO2xFk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKSFPzBYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/08sVDVYLHJo/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975460692460930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKSFPzBYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/08sVDVYLHJo/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKN1PzBXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ED_h_sSyZ3c/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975387678016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnUKN1PzBXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ED_h_sSyZ3c/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076976478599710258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnULNVPzBjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cO3I3NlDTg8/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(: Awesome Foursome. HAHAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. I think I need someone to pinch my fats and force me study. ): SIGH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3706918099383944582?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3706918099383944582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3706918099383944582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3706918099383944582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3706918099383944582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-oh-it-was-gooooooddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnTaslPzASI/AAAAAAAAAwA/m5feCb2v7Pc/s72-c/DSC02785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8220840461328257144</id><published>2007-06-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:41.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Baik ah Camp ASPIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start right from the top. That being Camp ASPIRE. Have fun, cos this is gna be one heck of a long one. Dude, it's 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so as mentioned in an earlier post, the first day was only for the Student Councillors. It started off way relaxed with ice breakers and several workshops but we knew better by the end of the night. Let's just say I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; am thankful for being in a Uniformed Group for 4 years of my life. It made things much more bearable and besides, more practice=higher tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, despite meeting several times in preparation for the Election and everything, we never really got to interact with one another. Hahah, we're all shy lah. (But I dont think I can use that description after knowing them better! That's always the case, isn't it?) I mean, I only remember talking to people I already knew and hahah, Leo and I stuck to each other like glue lah! I like the workshops too. Cos I dont know. I think I learnt quite a bit really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. We also played this Thing. Okay it was like four games/learning stations/whatever you wish to call it. Our first one sucked big time, hahah, we really screwed that one up, in my opinion. And you know what. I only stated that, cos we did sooooo soooo much better for the rest of the 3 stations! :D I suck right. I really liked my group. (: Though we were technically nameless, cos it was only for that activity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076027608654872146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnGsN1Py_lI/AAAAAAAAApc/J53Ju9zpMxI/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fengxian, me, Cheryl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076027041719189058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnGrs1Py_kI/AAAAAAAAApU/h8Jl4WOjPPM/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preeti, me, Lek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL, yeah we still had the energy to take pictures despite being really STINKY and pretty shagged from the uh, "Healthy Night Activity" which revolves around the Track and Uniform Group style "traditions", so if you know what I'm talking about, good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised by everyone's reaction/mood Post "Healthy Night Activity". I'm sure there were a lot of Non UG people too, even though yes, there happen to be several Ex UG people in the 20th. And usually, if you're not accustomed to these things, it'll be the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultimate bitch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to you, and you'll get all sour and bitter and all "I fucking hate (insert what you will)" after such a session. Or maybe that's just me. Correction, that &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; just me? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, perhaps because of Mr Phillip Tan's encouraging last words, also because we are a bunch of kick ass, "you wont get us down" people, all was cool by the end of it all. We were already laughing walking back to the "dorms" (which are really just classrooms in Block B, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know my group, Enterprising, and man. We've got a pair of lookalikes! Actually two pairs. Later on during the race when Teresa and Cherlene both wore their grey caps they looked alike too! Hahah. Edward and Gordon are whoa. They look so alike, I had trouble -big time- figuring out who was who. But then I realised Gordon's the better looking one. HOHO that's a stab back at you Edward for all your suan-ing during camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda clicked real quick with the girls, namely, Cadence, Teresa, Stephanie and Cherlene and of course dear Councillor Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the ASPIRE Race which was wow. Tiring shit. Starting point, school. Let's see, from SR, we &lt;strong&gt;WALKED&lt;/strong&gt; all the way to Punggol Park which brought back lots of childhood memories since I used to stay at Hougang Ave 10, Block 444 (hahah die die die) 5 minutes walk to the park. From there, we walked to Buangkok MRT, took 27, dropped off at Tampines Central and from there &lt;strong&gt;WALKED &lt;/strong&gt;to Bedok Reservoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. It was funny cos like right at the start, perhaps 5 minutes into the race, or rather five minutes after walking out of school, most of us suddenly had to pee! Hahah, so thank god for the (dirty) toilets at the nearby coffeeshop! Which is also where I left behind my 1.5 Ice Mountain bottle full of &lt;em&gt;Ice Mountain water&lt;/em&gt; not just &lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt; water okay! BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do tasks at each station and the one at Punggol Park, had to have two people blindfolded. So I volunteered and man. My eyes were sweating by the end of the task! It was sooooo friggin HOT! And it's not only because of me, mind you! We had to piece together a jigsaw puzzle, the rest having to direct us blind people and everything. Having to blindfold ourselves using those black trash bags probably didn't make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our task at Bedok Reservoir was pretty cool. It's like. We each have a certain body part on our name tags right, (arm, head, hair, elbow, chest, etc) and we had to make this chain joining one body part to the other. Haha, mouth should just go to mouth and hand to chest right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bedok Reservoir, we took 15 to Marine Parade then walked to East Coast's Macs where we took a break. Perhaps longer than necessary cos there were other groups that went on ahead to Changi forgoing their break! Overenthu, ambitious bunch, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break which had everyone stuffing their faces heh, we had to complete one task. Btw, strawberry milkshake never tasted so good. We had to build a structure using only straws, 150 of them or was it 100, to hold a tennis ball 50cm above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE TOO GOOD PLEASE! Cos we did it like *snap*. Enterprising powerrrrrr! Everyone quickly made the triangles, stacked them up while other made the stand. We were rather proud of that task actually! Hahah, we were even "blocking" it so that the other groups can't see how we did it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we trekked &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE WAY TO THE CHANGI CAMP WHICH WAS A GOOD 8KM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AWAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sharing the 2nd spot with Elisha's group (I forgot the group name) we ended up third while they ended up 1st! WTH right! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we were the 3rd, out of TEN groups so good on us! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we were all smelly and the first thing on our mind was to BATHE! MY. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See we had like about 4 cubicles I think for about 70 girls to bathe in an hour. HOW ON EARTH IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?! Okay firstly, we're girls, we're more hygienic and hello, we have this thing called HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was gna be pretty crazy in the toilet so I was telling the girls that we should CHIONG all the way for the toilets! I've always been the first few ones in the toilet for each and every camp anyway. Hur hur. I'm a Clean Teen. (Fine, the joke's getting a tad too old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Cadence and I made it! 3 minutes after we arrived, the queue stretched all the way out, wow. It was just mega long. Toilet was really gross by the way. Like how the drain or whatever is perpetually choked so you'll be ankle deep in grossified water. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll be wearing your slipper when you bathe and you'll see funny things floating about. Like PADS and OMG slippers! Cheryl Lek's always losing her slipper in the shower! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was really no time, I had to share a cubicle with Cadence and fuck. Things got way crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls start getting impatient, everyone started shouting asking everyone else to hurry up. Then the girls bathing will scream back something like "HELLO. THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE HERE OF COURSE IT'LL TAKE LONGER LAH!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadence and I got annoyed cos we had to come up with some sort of strategy as to how we're gna go about doing this shower for 2 business. We came up with some sort of system, but fucking hell. Things started going crazy again. More girls shouting, my slipper almost floating away, my CLEAN UNDERWEAR dropped into the floor with all that EW GROSS YUCK water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us started "fuck"-ing (HAHAHA PEOPLE PLEASE DONT BE SICK) cos things went bad for BOTH of us at the same time! So it was pretty funny. I'll never forget this bath man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my underwear story. I went commando, went back up and got a clean one. Thank God I decided to bring A LOT of underwear! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620202472570466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHLVPy_mI/AAAAAAAAApk/p65u__CZBfQ/s320/448417310l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620279781981810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHP1Py_nI/AAAAAAAAAps/aOj3cJuMtd0/s320/611082429l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steph and Teresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had morning PT! Which saw us jogging by the beach with the refreshing morning breeze in our faces! (: I kinda enjoyed it. But I hated the jog BACK to the campsite cos SOME PEOPLE just had to ego around and go so fast. :/ I dont understand why we couldnt go at the same pace we did from the campsite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guess what. My memory's failing me. Wait let me think. HM. Oh yeah. High E. I dont know what they call it, CRC or something, but High E sounds so much nicer! Also did Abseiling and Rock Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first station was Rock Wall. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? &lt;strong&gt;I MANAGED TO CLIMB ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP!!! &lt;/strong&gt;A STANDING OVATION IS IN ORDER, THANKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm darn proud of myself okay. Cos I've tried like twice, and both failed so I guess the third time's a charm. OMG. It's so not easy. Especially when my arm power has like decreased X10 and I've ultra flabby arms now! Also how there was that accident back in Sec 3 when my SPOTTERS DIDNT SPOT ME AND I FELL ABOUT 2M AND I COULDNT FEEL MY BACK FOR LIKE 10 WHOLE MINUTES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they said I was damn funny like how I move up there. Apparently there was this particular spot where everyone would move left and I moved right instead. I'm too cool lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the High E which was quite lame cos the time allocation sucked and we could only do 1 station in the High Elements place! Stephanie and I had to shit, so we did and man. It felt soo soooo good. Hahah. I usually do that daily and to have not done so for THREE DAYS is just. Yeah. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Cadence for using up a lot of your toilet paper cos silly me, I forgot to bring a roll myself. I forgot to bring a lot of things actually. More like, I conveniently omitted out a lot of things. Hahah. Like I should have brought more sleepable clothes (COTTON!!!), another pair of track pants cos it's fucking cold at night, my sleeping bag and also a THICKER sweater not just a thin pullover! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, when I first sleep, it'll be so hot and humid and ugh, not pleasant. At all. So I'll be in my FBTs and a tshirt that's not cotton cos sch based tees all arent and I dont quite like it. But then, I'll wake up in trackpants over my FBTs, and my pullover on. Hahah. It'll get so cold I'll wake up in the middle of the night to don them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Stephanie and I thought we could escape doing the, crap, I forgot what it's called. The one you stand on the pole and you have to jump and stretch out to catch the bar. I did it before for ATF, but like I held on to it for a fraction of a second so not really counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining to.. man. What's that instructor's name? The one with the the sexy voice? Anyway yes, I was whining to everyone around me basically cos I. didnt. want. to. do. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling back to ATF/OAC days, it's bloody scary lah. Cos I fear heights okay, happy? ): Just climbing the thing and looking down.. whoa.. I remember doing the Red ball/tampon thingy for OAC. The one I had to hold on to those things only. And seriously. The bloody thing (pun not intended) really does look like a tampon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took damn long to do it. Anyway back to that pole. I hugged the pole for quite some time not wanting to take that final step up where the only thing I had to balance myself with was my own rope thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I remember his name! It's Mark! Hahaha. He'll say something like "Okay, I'll count to 3 and when I say '3', you jump! Okay?" And I'll scream "OKAY!" At 3, I wont jump and I'll yell back down "NOT OKAY! I CANNOT LAH!!! HOW. UGH I HATE THIS. IT'S STUPID. SUCKS LAH UP HERE. WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS HEIGHT PLEASE etctectec".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ranted. Even up there. So when I felt I was ready, I jumped and whaddyaknow! I caught it! I ACTUALLY CAUGHT IT! And I held on to it for like quite a long time okay! YES. I'M DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF FOR HAVING DONE THAT. :D Only two girls in my group did it okay! Even &lt;em&gt;Edward&lt;/em&gt; praised me! He started off with some smartass remark but ended off with a "but I gotta say, even though (blablabla) *long pause* that was a good one" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Zipline aka Flying Fox which meant a lot of slacking cos there was a lot of waiting around and you wont believe what the boys did! Gordon, Thomas and Edward came back groggy-faced. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite helping out pushing the trolley, I still felt like dozzing off. I felt so. I dont know. Like lazy and I didnt want to do anything, and when you feel that way it's hard to get high. And if you're not high, you'll feel very tired and it's just not fun lah kay. So I put on the harness, dragged along Cadence and Alex to do it with me. HOHO, Cadence was mega terrfied to do it and was semi cursing me on our way up to the station. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've done it before during ATF with Rachel! We were screaming like crazy and man, that was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to go off, the adrenaline started pumping, I became slightly more awake. Then off I went. And omg. WHAT A HIGH. Hahah, I was &lt;strong&gt;DAMN AWAKE&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly was abseiling which hahahah. Was funny. Cos I remember really loving it when I did it during OAC. But I forgot how it starts off! I hate that part. It's so bloody annoying. Cos you'll really feel like there's nothing behind you (which technically, there isn't) and I was hell reluctant to step down! Leaning back was mother scary. But when I did lean back and managed to get off that thing, it was freakin' fun! :D High high high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620339911523970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHTVPy_oI/AAAAAAAAAp0/u0mV0l7jrFg/s320/935765018l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steph and I again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this day, the councillors were grouped together and we had a lot of water sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a trial run for kayaking and Bob and I so sucked as a team! We capsized twice! LOL. Also had rafting which I thought we did well. (: Yay for Council Spirit! :D I really loved how everyone was cheering LIKE MAD, for each other! I loved the camaraderie and everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafting's not easy. With so many people on board and having to coordinate (or at least try to). And because my side, the left, had two girls, Sharilyn and I, it was admittedly weaker lah. It so happened that we had to steer a lot so they kept on shouting "LEFT SIDE PADDLE MORE!!!" which got me stressed, hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And omgwtf, it was so squeezy and everyone wasnt really aware what was happening cos the only thing in mind was to ROW ROW ROW FASTER FASTER FASTER! Jaymond ended up sitting on me by the time we got back to shore. -.-" Somehow everyone tends to move backward? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, then we had the Principal's talk! Yes, he actually came down to the campsite to give us this talk with his funky shades and everything. I love him man. He's too cool. He reminds me a lot of Ms Leong for some reason! I really enjoyed the talk. Sure, I was feeling sooooo sooo sleepy initially up till the point I had Pretti do this thing she does which makes you go back on to AutoAlert, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after that was! The Ultimate Challenge! I did the kayaking with Santy this time around and can I just say that we really rocked for a girl-girl duo! (: I really enjoyed kayaking! Oh, from the Changi Campsite, we had to kayak all the way to the National Sailing Centre. After that, we had to go all the way back to the campsite, on foot, land whatever, but because there were several Permanent MC people among us, we walked back. Had to complete several tasks while walking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt we ended up last, but I still think we did a pretty good job! Yeah, so maybe we could have done better. But still. (: Go 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since it was the last night, we had the campfire too! Which in my opinion was pretty weird! Cos the campfire was left alone in a corner! I dont know about you, but I thought the campfire was the whole &lt;em&gt;POINT&lt;/em&gt; of the campfire!? The fire's like the most important thing you know? Everything revolves around it! It's supposed to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Anyway, still had a good time. Everyone was "baik-ing" around and wah! The Chinese boys can really do it well! Like Shawn and Gordon and yah the rest. Hahah. They sounded damn Mat know! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship dance! WOOHOO! Hahah. It was weird, cos like girl-guy-girl-guy right, so the girls will have to be in front. As in it mattered. Whereas back in Cedar it's just a WOOHOOO *SCREAMS* everyone gets high and do the dance then get so close to the campfire and dont know what and it didnt matter whether you're in front or behind. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Yong (I love him. I think he really rocks. Hahah) asked for volunteers, Alex and I went up cos we knew how to do it. Then wth. Jaymond went up when he didnt even know how to do it! LOL -.-". And ew. I was smack in between two VS boys, the two Js. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire item! Thank God we didnt do what we initially wanted to. Cos every other group did it! So yay. Although ours was simple, nobody else did it and I thought our cheers were pretty cute! So yeah. Hooray for Enterprising! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Campfire, the 20th had to stay back to elect the Exco members and everything. I think. I wrote. Too much. Hahah, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we headed back to the assembly area for supper, we saw this whole group of people cheering! At first I was thinking, "Chey. NJ people. So late already still cheering for god knows what reason". BUT WHOA. It was &lt;strong&gt;BOTH &lt;/strong&gt;NJ and SR cheering together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn cool. Was contemplating whether to join or not cos the HARD WOODEN FLOOR was actually tempting (Imagine that! I was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;beat hokay!) But of course, saw my groupmates there and wth, let's just join. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got high and it was insane. I love it. The SR boys are really on, I tell you! :D Then, Mr Philip Tan was obviously enjoying the show, the unity, making friends blablabla. Hahah. So he gathered us, and gave us like a "time limit". Everyone has to be back in their bunks by 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so then Jason (Gosh. Yet &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;J, haha) asked who had the College Dance song in their phone so we could blast it on the loud haler and DO THE COLLEGE DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yeah. We "performed" for the NJ people and awh. I really liked it. I mean, yes, James has no coordination whatsoever, but I still liked how all of us were so on, all lined up, and ready to do the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay something dumb happened. I lost my bottle cap. So fine, I threw it away. Then I found another bottle so I took that. AND SHIT. When I drank it, I suddenly smelt this yucky smell. Then I realised that it was coming from the bottle cos the water tasted so freakin weird too. Ah. You know what happened? I drank from the bottle which used to contain kerosene for the campfire. I topped it up, so no, I did not drink kerosene. Though I did. As in the remains of it UGH. I ran to the toilet and rinsed my mouth for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the same thing happened to Alex! But this time I think cos she was using the same bottle? So yeah. "Mistaken identity", heh. Gross lah, the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, the last day means Big Sweep, yes? Area cleaning, whatever you call it. Since I'm so lucky, when I did the lucky dip thing for our group, we got two of the dorms! Hur hur. Some people so sway, they got the boys' toilet. That is really the worst cos just walking past it, you'll be able to smell the stink! They probably pee 10 litres a day or something and have the hygiene level of negative 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Enterprising had fun cleaning cos it was easy! Hahah, managed to have a chat/take pictures even, lol. Went down to help those cleaning the boys' toilet cos man, I feel for them. Hahah. But when I came in, the stink had already died down, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620451580673682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHZ1Py_pI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A3IwjJDYNaI/s320/hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkiat going "wtf!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620597609561778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHiVPy_rI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Gl9LOOKt3vk/s320/unglamus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alex, Teresa, Cadence, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620524595117730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHeFPy_qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/TdOlnJ4UROQ/s320/theboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The guys, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after that, camp dismissed and YESA. HOME SWEET HOME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus brought us back to school, 20th had to stay back for a while, then later Bob, Jaymond, CK and I shared a cab home. Bob: Pasir Ris, Me: Tampines, the other two Simei, you see. So shiok right. Next time right after council meetings we can cab back home together. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, chucked all my camping gear one corner, bathed, then Papa sent me back to school. Gah. Had to go to NTU you see. Follow up on Mr Benard Tan's research thingy for FAT PEOPLE. Hahah, nah it's okay. I'm secure (opposite of insecure?) so can. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so so so mighty shagged. Slept the whole way! Leo especially lah. Cos see, this fella here is like a baby that needs PLENTY of sleep before he can function properly. And needless to say, camp = not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At NTU itself, passed by the hostels we stayed in for Pre U Sem! Couldnt really see Block 66 but still. Saw enough to make me miss it. ): (But okay, follow up, maybe a post after this about THAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the room, waiting for our scan to be taken, Herman, Leo and I had a good talk. Yesa. It's fun to gossip. Okay, so we didnt quite gossip. Merely &lt;em&gt;reflected&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pondered upon&lt;/em&gt; certain &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! After I'm done with it, Leo and I went home together by PUBLIC TRANSPORT from ohmygoodness &lt;strong&gt;BOON LAY&lt;/strong&gt; all the way back to the East. The FAR EAST for me and the uh, NORTH EAST for him. Hahah. Serangoon Gardens = North East, no? Okay, whatever. Wrong or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that's it right. Everyone goes home and will just pass out on their bed instantly. But! *cue for dramatic music* You're wrong! See, us councillors are cool enthu people who're in love with each other. (Okay, maybe that's taking it too far, lol) We decided to go out for dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking I was gna be late, messaged TimTeh (his name is Timothy Teh but see there are TWO Timothys in Council, so yeah. TimTeh's cute right! I like this name. Hahah) that I'll be late. Then hoho, HE was the late one and I was Person #2! And we, Yvonne and I, were BOTH late, so they were crazy late. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited and waited and waited. Finally everyone arrived. But shit man. Squeezing 12 people into a restaurant! It was insane and almost impossible on a Friday night, during the school holidays, no less. We went from Pizza Hut, to Swensens, to Thai Express to Pastamania.. Contemplated going over to Fish&amp;Co. beside Park Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Guess where we ended up in the end! It's beyond ridiculous. KOPITIAM. Yes, we ended up at Plaza Sing's&lt;em&gt; Kopitiam&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAH. Bet you didnt, like me, didnt even know there was one at PS! And I think we all had a nice decent dinner in mind. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of laughs really, 20th's first ever outing, with hahah less than half but still. So halfway, more like after the meal, Lydia, Andy, TimTeh and myself excused ourselves to PEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heh heh, we went to get Elisha his cake! Cos it was his birthday, you see. Awh, we're such sweet people, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Secret Receipe, realised that we have no lighter! So Lydia and Andy went downstairs to get it while TimTeh and I chose the cake, and waited for it be packed and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, Elisha didnt even notice the extra plastic bag I was suddenly carrying! Hahah. Presented to him the cake after TimTeh tried to light the candle on his lap without Elisha realising! He really is rather blur lah, that fella. Elisha, not TimTeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man. It got hell funny. Since we only got a slice for him, a nice good chocolatey one of course. And they kept on going about how I had a lot trouble making it, which is why I took such a long time in the toilet and everything. Okay, it's just a you had to be there kinda thing. But man. It really was friggin funny. I laughed till my sides REALLY hurt. Elisha turned even REDDER, and he was already burnt please. Most were but thank god for my Nivea Sunblock, I'm not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621151660343010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPIClPy_uI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8kbs6RbCbnk/s320/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BEET RED. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we had an awesomely good time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621018516356818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPH61Py_tI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX7eJdfF_nE/s320/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076620808062959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPHulPy_sI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3ejxOoR_PH4/s320/118A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Circled fella is Valerie's boyfriend btw. Not a Councillor. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076627581226385234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPN41Py_1I/AAAAAAAAArc/HTA-Ho_btRQ/s400/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 20th giving you their Smiles of a Lifetime. Heh. (insides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076627383657889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPNtVPy_0I/AAAAAAAAArU/J6BeyN8dB7M/s400/Image123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SEH!!!! (yet another insides. funky cheer lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621813085306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPIpFPy_xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Yv0H7BuTBA0/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jaymond's amazing photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076621993473933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPIzlPy_yI/AAAAAAAAArE/rHr--egPeEc/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;align="center"&gt;Or what can be said of it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076622298416611122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnPJFVPy_zI/AAAAAAAAArM/updZ8TRgvdM/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;align="center"&gt;Yeah, it really does suck, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kay, so after that, met up Najib and Mariam cos see, I was supposed to meet them for Esplanade but like, because we took such a long time to even &lt;em&gt;find &lt;/em&gt;a place to eat, much less eat, couldnt meet them there. ): I miss Esplanade man. Like when was the last time I went there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, met Najib and Mariam at Raimah's. (Hur hur. I've been spelling it with a 'h' since, forever!) Talked a bit, then Tengku had to go off so only Jib and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's both of us together, I dont know lah, but the mood will be dman mellow and even borders on emo. LOL, yes emooooooo. We went to the back of that, uh, place in the field. I think it's a bin or something hahah, not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes, we went behind there and there happened to be this pavement so wah, we laid down and stared at the sky and talked. But it's not as nice as Siglap leh. Cos it's too bright, maybe? Oh. And I actually fell asleep for like 10 minutes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I WAS TIRED OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yup, so then we only left at about 1? Walked to the bus stop and omg! DRAMA! I went to the toilet at the MRT station first cos I had to pee badlyyy. BUT FUCK. When I went out, the lights were off and the gates locked! I WAS STUCK IN THE MRT STATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But phew. The dude in the control station's still there. So he came out and was all "Oh. you were inside the toilet is it" in this friggin monotonous calm tone! ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So fine, I walked to the makeshift bus stop which is so incoveniently far away! Then what do you know. Waited and waited and waited. I think 28 just wasnt in the mood man, that night. Cos see I've taken it at about 2 before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got pissed off so I just took a cab home. SIGH. My money! With the surcharge and everything. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Kay, I'm done. Haha. How abrupt. Long eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I'll blog like crazy today. Everyone in favour say "Aye!". Heh. Why? Cos I dont ever want to forget these things, though now it's still rather fresh in my mind. (: I've not even talked about rocking Monday and Tuesday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Oh and if you were wondering, since when do I align my posts to the centre, I didnt. It's just that html screwed me over when I wanted to put in captions. LOL. So whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8220840461328257144?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8220840461328257144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8220840461328257144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8220840461328257144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8220840461328257144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/baik-ah-camp-aspire-ive-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnGsN1Py_lI/AAAAAAAAApc/J53Ju9zpMxI/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5038614805146296625</id><published>2007-06-14T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:42.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life has been treating me good lately (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, too good, even? Hello hur hur. Not only do I owe people money, I owe my blog posts too. Nice going, Huda. Nice going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I should have been out the door AN HOUR ago, I'll have to pick and choose what to blog about. Hahah. This is some bullshit, I tell you, this blogging business. I promise a detailed one about EVERYTHING soon. Like tonight. Or something. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was such a great day. Right from the start, till the very end. Okay, so actually it kinda spills over to the next day, cos Tuesday rocked too! Sigh. I'm sorry for being such a happening girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the Ultimate. Cos I dont know. It kinda represents a lot of things, really. Like the connection/bond between us four and all that. Hahah. Sounding a little *sniff* teary here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075850411189141042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnELDlPy_jI/AAAAAAAAApM/s1rpzUJY0u8/s400/542741396_44c1bc3900_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of laughs&amp;friendships&amp;amp;Quakeroats at 3AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5038614805146296625?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5038614805146296625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5038614805146296625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5038614805146296625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5038614805146296625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-has-been-treating-me-good-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RnELDlPy_jI/AAAAAAAAApM/s1rpzUJY0u8/s72-c/542741396_44c1bc3900_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1201064135732438455</id><published>2007-06-14T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:46:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pre U Seminar 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-bc.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782122733244&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=4&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=20&amp;id=216172782122733244&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=4&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=20&amp;id=216172782122733244&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1201064135732438455?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1201064135732438455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1201064135732438455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1201064135732438455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1201064135732438455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/pre-u-seminar-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3005789093707888826</id><published>2007-06-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:00:56.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish my faith was stronger. That I'm more hardworking and driven, that I should care more when necessary and care less when not.  That I'm more considerate, that I'm a better person, a better being, a better student, daughter, friend, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my faith was stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3005789093707888826?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3005789093707888826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3005789093707888826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3005789093707888826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3005789093707888826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-wish-my-faith-was-stronger.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3149311055613428955</id><published>2007-06-09T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:01:13.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it real short and sweet, cos I'm sure if I get into the details, I won't be able to shut this thing down anytime soon and that's BAD cos I need SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 5 days were pretty darn great! Bonded with the Coucil people, made new friends, like people I've never seen before in my entire life even though they're in SR as well as "foster better ties" with the NJ folks who shared the same campsite as us! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the 20th (Student Concillors) on Monday, in school. But on Tuesday onwards, the CCA and Class Leaders joined us and the venue was the Changi Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SHIT. This is bad. Too detailed already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed myself! A lot! And tonight was great too! (: Even though the turnout wasn't exactly what you'd call good, but hey good enough for last minute meetups and the fact that we just got back from camp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what have you learnt from camp?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BAIKKK!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3149311055613428955?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3149311055613428955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3149311055613428955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3149311055613428955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3149311055613428955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp-ill-keep-it-real-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-9171047142702203445</id><published>2007-06-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:26:42.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Green green green and more green. It's apt then, that that's the colour of my room. I can't stand this. It's starting to eat me inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-9171047142702203445?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9171047142702203445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=9171047142702203445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9171047142702203445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9171047142702203445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-green-green-and-more-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7195088203704017233</id><published>2007-06-03T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:37:08.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You got me so piping mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After YOU hung up the phone on me, I slammed down the fucking phone so fucking hard and yeah, the batteries came out and everything. I just sat there against the wall. Too stunned for words, for anything. Both because of the lame phone and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was quite scared the phone wouldnt work anymore. Great more reasons to get them scoldings. After several attempts (putting in, taking out the batteries, shaking the phone, placing it back on the holder) that lovely &lt;em&gt;*beep*&lt;/em&gt; sound came on, so yeah it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Can't believe you got me so riled up. Now I've NO MOOD to do anything. It's not my fault it all happened. I'm trying really hard not to curse you here, if you hadn't realised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7195088203704017233?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7195088203704017233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7195088203704017233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7195088203704017233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7195088203704017233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-got-me-so-piping-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7639964855518039004</id><published>2007-06-03T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cyndi Lauper says it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmm. She does. Kay so yesterday! Met this babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071706573539382018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJSQfDUEwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JqbJCBaO8Ys/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like about friggin time, honestly! Yay yay yay, me love my ex-partner muchos! She missed me more, though. But that's fine by me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Shrek 3 which was :D. Heh heh, I likey. Sorry lah Constants! Didnt know you guys felt so strongly about our Shrek "history". (See, we watched the first 2 together, but then again I caught the second one with... Fairuz, Huiyun, Sandhya they all too!) Hahah. Set ah. Movie Marathon with Constants soon! Oooh me is excited. It's gna be fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. Dirah and I had good fun watching Shrek 3. Shrek's DA MAN, man. Don't mess with him. Plot's way cute. The princesses were whoa, adorable. Haha, like how Cinderella's stupid and Snow White's a bitch. Girl Power, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! In the theater, we were sitting in the second row please. And there was this cute little boy sitting like in front of us right. And he kept on turning back (cos we're too gorgeous, duh) and we'll make stupid faces and he'll give this small smile, then turn to face front again. Then! (he couldnt resist it), he'll turn back again, but in that shy way you know, peeking from the gap between the seats, and I'll slant my head to "follow" his head and he'll laugh and turn back again. And the whole cycle repeats itself. Getting maternal man. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. Dirah and I=kid magnets. Which is wrong, really if you think it that way and SO not what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read: you wont quite get this unless A) I've personally told you about how I feel about - which is only a handful like Constants, and yeah Constants and B) you were part of our, meaning Dirah and I, MSN convo last night, which of course you weren't so there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual girl thing, walking around, trying stuff on, browsing, wanting hahah, getting annoyed it didn't come in our sizes, CAMWHORING of course, and yeah - TALKING. (which kinda also means Bitching, but you don't have to know that, do you? HEH. Wait then again, you ALREADY knew that, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly mucking about -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727923821810578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJlrPDUE5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/SbVsXrpOsVk/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071705504092525234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJRSPDUErI/AAAAAAAAAjk/yWY-jpXddFA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727717663380354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJlfPDUE4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/2iEA2Z9gl7w/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071705705955988162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJRd_DUEsI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2Rq2MBCK1J4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071731553069175794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJo-fDUE_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/9I37WHrvs2s/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071706345906115314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJSDPDUEvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KZRF6A7x8QA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071706088208077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJR0PDUEuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/maMjfNQqWZc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071731342615778274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJoyPDUE-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/jadaQXkZGS8/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730878759310290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJoXPDUE9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZLVo0l90SoU/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730548046828482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJoD_DUE8I/AAAAAAAAAls/7gIj0gssB9Q/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071705877754680018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJRn_DUEtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nEq9sUvyutQ/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071708012353426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJTkPDUEzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FNlRbL7ctRA/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071729963931276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJnh_DUE7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/bMJt39abEpQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071729620333892514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJnN_DUE6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/aPiZJmOdRMc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071707793310094114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJTXfDUEyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/AnZDnLgi9yE/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071710211376681826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJVkPDUE2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/QVtzEb00Hmo/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071709133339890514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJUlfDUE1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/1oukz9yEb-o/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071731806472246274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJpNPDUFAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Je9d7l0pew4/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071708738202899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJUOfDUE0I/AAAAAAAAAks/qUCC6x98yjw/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071706831237419794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJSffDUExI/AAAAAAAAAkU/jk-yn-AVY9w/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071733571703805010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJqz_DUFFI/AAAAAAAAAm0/hjoVUQbFSKU/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071733279646028866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJqi_DUFEI/AAAAAAAAAms/TNYtnI-TvAI/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071733017653023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJqTvDUFDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ebQ4a53BaQE/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071732768544920610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJqFPDUFCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Nf_aOxMznNk/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071732420652569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJpw_DUFBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/IWGdBCxH-7o/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss this woman la. Really. Now next in line is STUPID RACHEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I should like go purchase a pair of shoes from Marks and Spencer cos 1) it's offers are yummy and 2) the shoes there fit me perfectly! I want that pair of flats/semiwedges. They're really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so after looking around we were at Wheelock right, going to Zara there. AND YOU WOULDN'T GUESS WHAT HAPPENED. Long story short, this dude came up to us and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, see, I just happened to glance to my right, saw him looking at Dirah, then dontknowwhat, ya okay caught his eye for like A FRACTION OF A SECOND, then suddenly out of nowhere (technically from the right, lol) he popped out, introduced himself (no sorry, that was the last thing he did) and striked a conversation, which of course I could do cos you know, ya hi, I'm Miss Talk-A-Lot you are? and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super strange, and I felt like killing Dirah when she "foot nudged" me cos really, it was her HEEL STEPPING ON MY TOE, which hello, wasn't covered! HAHAHA. Silly nut, that girl. I dont mean to be a bitch, but if it's like you know, if you're hot then fine. Butttt if not, then. You know? Okay I know, some people are just more confident than others, true. BUT. Sigh, NVM. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised we were hungry, settled for BK cos oooh I dont know hahah. I was in the midst of singing some song (out of tune, obviously and really quite loud, was "high" what) and this ang moh guy just turned around and stared at me. Which yeah. Was pretty darn embarrassing but way funny too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Also! I think I've met the hottest Dad in Singapore. He was. WOW. You can totally imagine him as one of the Boss or CK models man. WITH FOUR KIDS TOO OMGOSH SO CUTE! He looked like a great dad too! Like the damn fun kind. Kids were gorgeous. Bet mum looks like a model too! I is incredibly jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we talked/crapped/sang/bitched more (lots of good lovin' I say), then headed to Starbucks next door waiting for J and friends who came soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071713630170649458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJYrPDUE3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/p5qAY8haMUg/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7mfDUFUI/AAAAAAAAAos/Q0CnkEkUCJY/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071752031473243458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7mfDUFUI/AAAAAAAAAos/Q0CnkEkUCJY/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7XfDUFTI/AAAAAAAAAok/0dozG5F8X7A/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071751773775205682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7XfDUFTI/AAAAAAAAAok/0dozG5F8X7A/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071741392839251042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJx7PDUFGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/blTeY3UVppA/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7J_DUFSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-OUUoH0IRFs/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071751541846971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ7J_DUFSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-OUUoH0IRFs/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ6TPDUFRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Rlt6lgkrWpE/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071750601249133842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ2fvDUFJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/rmCcWdxSE34/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ2EPDUFII/AAAAAAAAAnM/Eq0dIR2OiAc/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071745945504584834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ2EPDUFII/AAAAAAAAAnM/Eq0dIR2OiAc/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071752284876313938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ71PDUFVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4CxI2UyFhxU/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071752491034744162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJ8BPDUFWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/60bFdSaIhvI/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with Mariam who just so happened to be in town too for some street soccer thing. ^5 man. LOL. Bus-ed to Katong's &lt;em&gt;Awfully Chocolate&lt;/em&gt; to get a cake for her friend's birthday which is today. Happy Birthday Mariam's friend. Shikai, right? He was one of the dudes I pointed my middle finger to lah that time at the uh, outside Indoor Stadium, MTV Asia Awards 04. HAHAH, randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Siglap cos wow, I miss hanging out there hahah and we! visited! Najibbbbbbb! :D Yay, I've done it only twice but I like to surprise that bugger lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. So cute. I like him serving us and he'll act all "I'm a damn good waiter" hahah. Ate lemon cheescake which I really liked cos it's very rich but at the same time, the tangyness (word in existence or not, whatever) from the lemon balances it and not so jelak-ish! Mariam had the 11 bucks Laksa with MOTHER BIG prawns man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud came soon after. Then the boys had their "man to man" quality time, lol. Think we dont know is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so after catching up and polishing off everything, the 3 of us moved from Secret Receipe to Starbucks next door and Najib joined us after his shift. Yesa. Good day, good day. :D Lovely lovely Constants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to try to pack my bag (what a liar that'll only be done like midnight or something) cos you know what, I've got another camp. Which is gonna last the whole of next week. Hopefully it'll be fun, and my group will consist of lovely rocking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A horrid twist of mood, but damn it, I'd fucking love to have that right now. Please? Thankyou. And Papa, if I'm the big girl you say I am then why are you so - ugh, please stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7639964855518039004?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7639964855518039004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7639964855518039004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7639964855518039004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7639964855518039004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/cyndi-lauper-says-it-right-mmm-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmJSQfDUEwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JqbJCBaO8Ys/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3612896316524925466</id><published>2007-06-02T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss you when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was supposed to shut down this thing here, but decided to blog a quick one. I'm A) Fickle B) Fickle and oh yeah C) Fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am halfway through compiling the pics from Pre U Sem to make a slide! (: I love that thing man. It's so so lovely. And hoho! Whaddyaknow! I can actually use it! *GASP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what I could while listening/reading to Jonathan's tale. LOL. It's interesting to say the least, but wow. *clutches head dramatically* The brain! &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; BRAIN! Overworked, me tells ya. Fantasy. Reminds me of Najib and the time he tried to fill me in about it which was hahah, in the theater watching Eragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, am loving tau huey (again) a lot! Which reminds me of Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beat tired. The bed's calling. On a final note, guess what. I just bought my highest pair of high heels. EVER. Blame the Impulse, sorry it simply cannot be helped! GSS, hello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is a very cute photo of SG18! We were either shouting "cheese pie", or something. I forgot. But hey, look at us! Such happy bunnies, we are, aren't you sick to stomach yet? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071149958662722210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmBYBPDUEqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5O_2jQZuqts/s400/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3612896316524925466?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3612896316524925466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3612896316524925466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3612896316524925466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3612896316524925466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-you-when-youre-gone-okay-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RmBYBPDUEqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5O_2jQZuqts/s72-c/DSC02704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-856385205821651077</id><published>2007-06-01T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:17:41.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a stranger and guilty too. So very guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-856385205821651077?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/856385205821651077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=856385205821651077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/856385205821651077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/856385205821651077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-like-stranger-and-guilty-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-9030449062007280837</id><published>2007-05-26T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:44:55.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart SG 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gna try make this as brief as possible. Cos I'm pretty sure there's something good on tv right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week off school was expected to be fun. But never THAT fun. Gosh, I really had such a rocking good time. I'm pretty sure we all did. SG 18 kicks ass. Big time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those times spent together, I'll never forget, as cheesy as it sounds. Everyone was from everywhere really. All the different personalities combining to become something really great. Honestly, I'm quite at a loss where to begin, how to continue and how I'll end this whole post. Cos I think words can't really sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie and I! Zul, the smart ass top Malay student last year! This girl here, managed to catch me doing a couple of hell embarrassing things. Well in my defence, I thought no one's looking! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we only spent &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; out of 4 nights in our dorm! LOL. And even that one night, it was sort of by accident, cos we were both "resting" and that escalated to deep deep sleep and SGmates left us to sleep cos we looked "so peaceful", according to Berlinda. &lt;em&gt;Boom boom boom boom, I want you in my room!&lt;/em&gt; I think we bathe the most! Up to 3 times a day man. Hahah. We're clean teens. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we've got the lovely Anthea, Berlinda (who claps her hands and jumps around in her seat when she gets excited) and Jazlyn. And the silly silly boys. And those few constantly making us laugh; Rahul's antics, Nadira's "cheese pie", Sree's jokes, the RJ vs Hwa Chong rivalry, lol, etc. Jokes wow the jokes. As a group we managed to exchage a whole lot of jokes, racist ones, dirty ones, yo momma ones. And HURHUR. The Idiot's Test thing which I happened to pass a good many too, thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everytime we share a bus with one other SG, from the audi to the dorms for example, we're always the ones making the MOST noise entertaining them! Hahah. Power sia, SG 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Am and will be missing them all. I mean, we did spend roughly 5 days, 24/7 together. That's like. *long long long pause* About 200 hours together! It's inevitable that we'll get close. We slept, ate, bathed, played cards and squeeze murderer, binged (hello, six meals a day ain't no joke) together. Everything together man. How can you not miss that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird waking up alone this morning. ): My mornings there, I miss them! I want to wake up back at NTU, panicking when I wake up a little late cos Roomie's always up early all ready with the iron in hand! (yes, we BOTH brought an iron, but dang, mine screwed me over so thank god she brought hers too) And the boys ALWAYS oversleeping each and every time and how most become halal suddenly, just to get the Malay food. LOL. And then Rahul comes sauntering in so extremely late, right before the bus leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the last day! I observed how all the girls wearing "court shoes" that aren't court shoes were silently suffering. My feet! Boy, were they killing me by the fourth day. It kinda felt like they were swelling more and more as the days go by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it's like parallel presentations and panel discussions for most days. Which means, half the day FOR THREE DAYS, was spent in those heels since we're in our formal attire, blazers and all. I did bother to attach that soft spongy whatever thingy onto the heels which is supposed to make it more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered. But my feet looked good so that's settled then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to our SLOs too, Skeen and Jeremy. (: I love love love SG 18 with all our scandals! LOL. Man, it was pretty darn sad the last day! Especially the closing ceremony! We were SO LOUD, doing our cheer uncensored even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boom chica boom! Sexy version! Chinese version! Malay version! Indian version! Nad version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was nice. Hahah, everyone's disapproval could be heard when it showed us eating cookies! HAHAHA. Ya lah, who ask their SG so lousy don't get Prima for their Special Programme?! And woohoo! We were the FIRST SG up there on stage taking photos man. OFFICIAL photographers wanted us. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of photographers, that one time. It was during one of the panel discussion sessions and I was sitting a couple of seats from the aisle. I was starting to get a little bored, and one of the official photographers happened to walk by. Guess what I did quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went 'PSSSST'! He turned around and found the source. Me: *taking photo motion and pointing to us* He grinned and snapped a couple of us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of panel discussions, it kinda also meant something along the lines of "let's-catch-up-on-sleep time". Which also means, great fun snapping pics of people sleeping when you're not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll stop here. I'm losing steam man. (: And yeah, I kinda gave up on tv in the end. As in, rushing through the whole post. I mean, now lah, I'm gna go have an overdose of cable loveliness. Okay, see this is precisely what I mean by losing steam; incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this with a lovely picture of us! Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068854602124064386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlgwZ5m1doI/AAAAAAAAAjU/LG0HJlTwtQs/s400/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Meet at the grass patch at 620!" "EH, EVERYONE. Later meet at block 66's lounge!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-9030449062007280837?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9030449062007280837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=9030449062007280837&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9030449062007280837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9030449062007280837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-heart-sg-18-am-gna-try-make-this-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlgwZ5m1doI/AAAAAAAAAjU/LG0HJlTwtQs/s72-c/Image117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1117312437406918777</id><published>2007-05-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sucking the life out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066584570174207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAf0pm1dKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0J7z_562jDo/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know! So adorable lah please. =D Well hello everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates! I don't know how people do it, but wow to those who've gone through JC. Respect, man. Respect. *peace + pouty lips rappers style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JC life is so fucking draining, it's unbelievable. It is not easy. I kind of underestimated Kakak Idayu's comments. If not for my psycho friends, I think I'd be merrily skipping school, LIKE A CERTAIN &lt;strong&gt;WEAK&lt;/strong&gt; SOMEONE WHO DECLARES A HOLIDAY ONCE A FORTHNIGHT. I'm quite proud of myself actually. For not having missed a single day of school! (yet) I'm still pressing on, (hahah, Mr Tay's essay test remarks for BOTH tests which I just managed to scrape through!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I fear, is that when I break, I break completely, fall impossibly ill, lag far far behind, and then there goes my footing in this breaknecking pace for the Strong and Determined. That's not to say I've found my footing, even. Passing History and GP alons doesn't make me a Champion Student, people. I don't think I've either, strength and determination or enough of each, to make it, in all honesty. But I have to. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself so incredibly exhausted. (what's new) JC life brings exhaustion to a whole new level. I've not even watched the latest episodes of OTH and Heroes! Ugh, this is annoying. TV is a "wh- whaaat? What's that?" affair for me right now. I TRY to stay away from the computer cos I'll end up playing around instead of doing what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. When I DO stay away for a SINGLE DAY (which rhymes, just like chimes), I lag behind in all things Pre U Sem, and then suddenly I've got 12 emails and none's from Friendster! So you see! When I try to be good, I miss out! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really am thankful for the friends I have in JC. When the load gets insane and it's all getting to your very core, they do something SO AMAZINGLY STUPID, you can't help but laugh. Till your pee's begging to be freed, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, everything &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; come full circle. Like you know those games you play in primary school? Yeah. We're playing most of them now. =D And trying not to get into trouble for doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random pictures with rocking schoolmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066595299002512594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAplJm1dNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dbKK-KHXR5A/s320/artsfest.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the Arts Fest closing ceremony. Whoa, I was hell impressed by the Dance performance. Gold with honours, well deserved, I say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066599392106345842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAtTZm1dXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DKY3Kg8rUHU/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tabby is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; glam, me tells you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066599568200004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAtdpm1dYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nbyf5ksNGd8/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066599868847715746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAtvJm1daI/AAAAAAAAAhk/t3fCmV8HtgY/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066599731408762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAtnJm1dZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Surxw8CaNfk/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066599177357981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAtG5m1dWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GwpV8fZusHo/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066598906775041362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAs3Jm1dVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GfbNNpuT0R8/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066600001991701938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAt25m1dbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/T9BaWx-FQGo/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066596192355710242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAqZJm1dSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SapV25B33qw/s320/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt; sucks that my face is blocked :/ it WOULD have been a cute pic then =D oh and check out Clauds and Nana in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066595470801204450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlApvJm1dOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sxXHsG6RAqs/s320/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066596097866429714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAqTpm1dRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/N1dosA6SmZg/s320/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The cute banana(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066595994787214594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAqNpm1dQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5TkD0XIF5AI/s320/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066601144453002690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAu5Zm1dcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/EX2stoK_dxk/s320/DSC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;if only we pay this much attention during lectures, yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066596304024859954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAqfpm1dTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wNcPU8Tm39w/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was after playing (fillintheblanks, it's too embarrassing!) and before CT/EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066584888001787058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAgHJm1dLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TnAx5ULu5Ps/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sneaky people. They used my phone. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Managed to meet up with Mudd and Najib on Thurdsay for a movie date! (plus random Timothy, hahah) Spiderman 3's overrated. To me at least. The crowd's reaction is hell funny. Seriously. And because we dont quite camwhore as much as classmates/BFFAE, there's no picture of them for you! I know you're disappointed, but "press on"! HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other news, I think I've got a very strong best friend. I'm proud of you, sweetie. *tight hug (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066612405857252850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA5I5m1dfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ScG1ZE6Reo0/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066606856759506402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA0F5m1deI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lfAt9byiFr0/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066583973173752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAfR5m1dII/AAAAAAAAAfU/1LZ47KytWR8/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066584213691921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAff5m1dJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4RCCmQ8yJ20/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066583483547481186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAe1Zm1dGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/y4ucGvvTRnM/s320/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066583324633691218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAesJm1dFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/hJjX4Fc7Ruc/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066614029354890834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA6nZm1dlI/AAAAAAAAAi8/D7VSdmyJPd8/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066612938433197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA5n5m1dhI/AAAAAAAAAic/Y1fc2VOkCh4/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066613320685286978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA5-Jm1dkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ekwiiNX84Fc/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066613217606071858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA54Jm1djI/AAAAAAAAAis/BinO6NPmCL4/s320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066613062987249186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA5vJm1diI/AAAAAAAAAik/3QqgLFUhg1E/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066612530411304450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlA5QJm1dgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6Ie_qkyoCMw/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066606620536305106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAz4Jm1ddI/AAAAAAAAAh8/TMWiYHcjOVI/s400/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe I'm still online when my bag's empty (clothes are still wet, mind you) and I've got a ton of things to do. SIGH. But hey, this week's gna be incredibly kick ass. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1117312437406918777?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1117312437406918777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1117312437406918777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1117312437406918777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1117312437406918777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/sucking-life-out-of-me-i-know-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RlAf0pm1dKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0J7z_562jDo/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-211132428133089816</id><published>2007-05-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:37:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw her, came up to her and squeezed her hand. Nothing had to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her stand there unable to even support herself, made me feel helpless once more. Just like last night. Just like last night. Seeing her struggle to even drag her feet broke my heart. I was thankful to be behind her, where I couldn't see her expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four fighting it all, together. Making through the long walk, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then seeing the lady, usually very well put together and full of grace, not wanting to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hugged, I was just really glad I could offer her something, in the midst of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how to say this, and it'll never be enough, but I'm so so sorry beyond words. I'll always be here okay. Always. I love you and it WILL be alright. I'll be there for you. I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-211132428133089816?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/211132428133089816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=211132428133089816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/211132428133089816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/211132428133089816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-saw-her-came-up-to-her-and-squeezed.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2588975018002421517</id><published>2007-05-10T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:52:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing my grip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some odd reason, it's all hollow tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2588975018002421517?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2588975018002421517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2588975018002421517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2588975018002421517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2588975018002421517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-starting-to-trip-im-losing-my-grip.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5928511325941874925</id><published>2007-05-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:01:50.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first. We are in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi's always good, people. But damn, I dont like the Heartland one. THERE'S NO COMPUTER! Hahah and shit, today=too many shit embarrassing moments. It's enough to last me a whole week, probably. But then again, sigh. You know, I've grown far more unglam since I stepped into JC. Weirdness, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really plain, can I just say that I've had quite a couple of &lt;em&gt;downdownwaydown&lt;/em&gt; moments the past few days. It's like, crap, I should just learn to LET. IT. GO. and move on with my life and not question myself cos fucking hell, I think I'm doing pretty great, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really can't help it if I'm suddenly looking so much deeper into all things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; worthy of my looking so much deeper into. I suddenly spot myself doubting so many things, and truths and what not. It's highly exhausting. And what more, I hate it when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get happy and excited now. Saturday's coming in two days time and ohmygosh. My stomach feels like Shrek just punched it and I think if I had balls, it'd be all shrunk up to the size of my fist zoom out X10 cos WAH. Am so nervous suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sometimes I think you need to stop being an idiot, ok that's being way too nice mind you, and honestly! GET DOWN FROM YOUR FUCKING "I'M-SO-MUCH-BETTER-THAN-YOU" LADDER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5928511325941874925?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5928511325941874925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5928511325941874925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5928511325941874925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5928511325941874925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7439816596553683319</id><published>2007-05-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.4 OVER AND OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyone who's anyone (hahah, my ass lah huh) will know that I suck so bad at jogging/running/2.4 it's not even funny. I redid mine just now cos I failed last Wednesday by 8 seconds cos I suck and am not atheletic like that. AND! Marian abandoned me for Shirlene. Sad sad. ): It's okay, I still love you PE partner! And THIEF who stole my PE partner! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, crux of the matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I PASSED 2.4 AND OH MY HEAVEN, I GOT A SILVER. A &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SILVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would never have happened without lovely lovely Miss Rivera! NEVER have I gotten such good results for 5 items before ok. NEVER. Especially my standing broadjump! (Btw, pull-up power has terribly decreased since I'm not a member of CEDAR NPCC UNIT anymore. Sad right.) And of course! Much much much credit and love goes out to the girls in my class! They were so sweet please. Cheering me on and everything. Thank you thank you! You all so cute la. So cheesy hor. But true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061846770903659634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rj9K0b8rtHI/AAAAAAAAAes/an8_KzcwTvU/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, awwh, more gratitude! I am so very &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/4510617/0/335861258#pic=0335861258"&gt;grateful&lt;/a&gt; to my classmates. They pasted my &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;COLOURED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sticker on their shirts! And the others too (non-classmates!) who pasted it on their files, etc. (: My very own walking advertisements, yay. Was immensely touched by their support. Crazy Patson pasted like 3 on himself lah. And Leo has a "I'm a tortise. Kick me." written on MY star! See, the things I let you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campaign Manager Tabitha Woodworth proved her Worth! But damn, the Wood's still hollow. GET IT!? I is too witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope my tongue doesn't get all tangled and trip over itself. I really really hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council is growing on me. And can I just add that, I suddenly feel so experienced (okay maybe not SOOOOO, just pretty experienced) and I really am thankful for being in Cedar's NPCC Unit for those 4 years of my life. Was just talking to Fing online about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona TING, my lovely squadmate (Yes SQUADMATE, not &lt;em&gt;ex&lt;/em&gt;-squadmate, you TWIT) has finally decided to send me pictures. From ten donkey years ago man. And this, everyone, is one of the Pink Panther New Year (ushering of '06) Sleepover at Sophia's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061844477391123554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rj9Iu78rtGI/AAAAAAAAAek/yVUO9V6skfY/s400/P1020640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering, yes, I was blacker than black then. Blame my CCA for my complexion's natural instinctive anti-white stand man. And behind that door.. &lt;em&gt;*cue dramatic symphony*&lt;/em&gt; was where the sinners sinned.. HAHA. DERMOT MULRONEY'S FINE ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Better go off now. Wish me luck for tomorrow kay? I know you feel obliged to. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7439816596553683319?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7439816596553683319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7439816596553683319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7439816596553683319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7439816596553683319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rj9K0b8rtHI/AAAAAAAAAes/an8_KzcwTvU/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2115220216749194821</id><published>2007-05-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:36:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOT GUTS CAMPAIGN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Portrait of an ENFP - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;(Extraverted Intuition with Introverted Feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Inspirer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ENFP, your primary mode of living is &lt;strong&gt;focused externally&lt;/strong&gt;, where you take things in primarily via your intuition. Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are &lt;strong&gt;warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential&lt;/strong&gt;. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become&lt;strong&gt; very passionate&lt;/strong&gt; and excited about things. &lt;strong&gt;Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others&lt;/strong&gt;, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs have &lt;strong&gt;an unusually broad range of skills and talents&lt;/strong&gt;. They are good at most things which interest them. Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime. To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually &lt;strong&gt;quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything that they do must be in line with their values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right. &lt;strong&gt;They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace&lt;/strong&gt;. They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping "centered", the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ENFP needs to focus on following through with their projects. This can be a problem area for some of these individuals. Unlike other Extraverted types, ENFPs need time alone to center themselves, and make sure they are moving in a direction which is in sync with their values. ENFPs who remain centered will usually be quite successful at their endeavors. Others may fall into the habit of dropping a project when they become excited about a new possibility, and thus they never achieve the great accomplishments which they are capable of achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ENFPs have &lt;strong&gt;great people skills&lt;/strong&gt;. They are &lt;strong&gt;genuinely warm and interested in people&lt;/strong&gt;, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked. Sometimes, especially at a younger age, an ENFP will tend to be "gushy" and insincere, and generally "overdo" in an effort to win acceptance. However, once an ENFP has learned to balance their need to be true to themselves with their need for acceptance, they &lt;strong&gt;excel at bringing out the best in others&lt;/strong&gt;, and are typically well-liked. They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and &lt;strong&gt;use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery. They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns. When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ENFP who has "gone wrong" may be quite manipulative - and very good it. The gift of gab which they are blessed with makes it naturally easy for them to get what they want. Most ENFPs will not abuse their abilities, because that would not jive with their value systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs sometimes make serious errors in judgment. They have an amazing ability to intuitively perceive the truth about a person or situation, but when they apply judgment to their perception, they may jump to the wrong conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs who have not learned to follow through may have a difficult time remaining happy in marital relationships. Always seeing the possibilities of what could be, they may become bored with what actually is. The strong sense of values will keep many ENFPs dedicated to their relationships. However, ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an ENFP parent can be a fun-filled experience, but may be stressful at times for children with strong Sensing or Judging tendancies. Such children may see the ENFP parent as inconsistent and difficult to understand, as the children are pulled along in the whirlwind life of the ENFP. Sometimes the ENFP will want to be their child's best friend, and at other times they will play the parental authoritarian. But ENFPs are &lt;strong&gt;always consistent in their value systems&lt;/strong&gt;, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living.&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are basically&lt;strong&gt; happy people&lt;/strong&gt;. They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks. Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas. Many go into business for themselves. They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision, as long as they are excited about what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are so &lt;strong&gt;alert and sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;, constantly scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a &lt;strong&gt;strong need to be independent&lt;/strong&gt;, and resist being controlled or labelled. They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others. Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are &lt;strong&gt;charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum&lt;/strong&gt;. They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and master the ability of following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungian functional preference ordering for ENFP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant: Extraverted Intuition&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliary: Introverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary: Extraverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Inferior: Introverted Sensing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything bold: Reasons why you should vote Nominee #1. :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The question is. Have YOU the guts to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2115220216749194821?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2115220216749194821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2115220216749194821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2115220216749194821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2115220216749194821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-guts-campaign-portrait-of-enfp.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2736290132315287030</id><published>2007-05-06T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:05.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Zoo madness, family goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 380px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-7c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782121234300&amp;amp;site=widget-7c.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=216172782121234300&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7c.slide.com/p1/216172782121234300/bl_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=28&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=216172782121234300&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7c.slide.com/p2/216172782121234300/bl_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After zoo-ing, we headed to town for dinner at Fish&amp;amp;Co, &lt;s&gt;bitchy&lt;/s&gt; lovely Lionel joined us. (: Guess who was working there that night? Renny! Hahah. Also saw a bunch of Cedarians. Too bad they're Cedarians I dont know/am not close to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know who I wantwantwant to see so so bad? Siti &amp; gang, Dirah and NAJIB! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brother and I were at the pet shop the other day, and OMG. Did you know rabbits cost 288 bucks? Oh my tian (Suyin/Diana's fault), I didn't either. I got a real shock. I had 2 last time! Should have kept and get them to breed. Dayyyymmnnn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a nice feeling, being home for the weekend. A good change. (: Grandparents are over. (: It's sad to see how my grandfather's doing though. I mean. I don't know. I'm not used to the Atuk that's wheelchair bound, weak, and at times, doesn't even know what he's talking about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had the strongest grandfather, working his pretty huge farm in Malaysia all by himself. I'll always see him tending to his farm whenever I'm over at Kota Tinggi. He was the one that brought me to the chicken coop (multiple leveled chicken coop!) and showed me how to feed those chickens, and showed me first hand that we can actually eat the egg raw just like that, fresh from the hen! The one that told me about the snakes that'd eat them in the dead of the night and how he has to put the "racun", poison, to ward them off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was the one that showed us (my cousins and I) those huge ant nests behind the house. He was the one that knows a lot of hings about the world. I remember how he'd tell me of the news and stuff, a long long long time ago. The grandfather with that crinkly, warm smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to make him happy during his stay here. Get him the noodles hot, buy that eye mo, get the Berita Harian, clear the space so he can move around, stuff like that. I think it's the hardest for my grandmother. You can just see it. But the love. Wow, the love. It transcends everything. In sickness and in health. It's heartwarming, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother is cool. When she realised I had a couple of piercings in my ears, instead of nagging or disapproving like I thought she would, she was really amused by it! Asking whether it hurt and stuff. Hahah. And my grandmother is the one that loves everything sweet (she puts sugar in her glass of fresh milk!) and the one that doesn't have diabetes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of like it when my grandparents are over. The house will be kept clean by yours truly cos I can take it if the house is a mess, but I cannot stand it if the house is a mess &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;there are visitors.  Hahah. Weird right. But seriously. The house is tiptop whenever someone's bound to be over. Even if it's just a tutor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess at the end of the day, it is family afterall. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2736290132315287030?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2736290132315287030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2736290132315287030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2736290132315287030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2736290132315287030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/zoo-madness-family-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7070281098294311396</id><published>2007-05-06T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:46.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lots to blog and tons of pictures to post up. I feel burdened suddenly! Lol. It's official, 1A01=&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTAL CAMERA SLUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We took over a hundred pics at the zoo, and EVERYWHERE we go, it's&lt;em&gt; snap! snap! snap!&lt;/em&gt; goes Leo's phone. (See, his phone has multishot) &lt;em&gt;Every single place&lt;/em&gt;. (School - during breaks, lessons, before, after, Yoshinoya, Thai Express, Pizza Hut, Seoul Garden, airport, etc) Hahah. Last Thursday's lunch was fun. Finally Tabby got to join us! Pics another time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally, because Mud decided to ditch me (yes, I forgive you), I got to meet Lock&amp;Chan! Random, impromptu meetups are IT. Fairuz was supposed to come meet us, but nooooo. Of course she didnt! :/ Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061146210198074402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzNqb8rtCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/IdVXTj5YH_s/s320/CAVUM5FN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061146059874219026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzNhr8rtBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kUFFi0xl9dg/s320/CAS945CR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Diana at the MRT station and wow, what a lovely welcome I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Omg, Huda. What happened to you!? Your complexion! Your skin looks all sallow and YOUR EYEBAGS!! Wah they are damn terrible!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah. Guess Megacow's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; a cow. (: Clara came soon after and hahah. She needs grooming! I felt this sense of I dont know what. But it was warm and fuzzy. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for Borders first cos Mother kindly gave me money to go buy myself an organizer of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think, you should start organizing your life, Huda. Your room's a mess, so's your closet. It shows your personality, you know. What kind of person you are. Here's some money for you to go get yourself an organizer. Start sorting out your life okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course okay! Hello, $$$ &lt;em&gt;KACHING!&lt;/em&gt; Hahah, I managed to budget myself so I got more change! Was quite surprised she even knows I'm organizer/sch diary-less. (SR=miser, unfortunately and I never got around to getting one elsewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rather tough time just chossing a friggin book. I wish I were ('were' cos it's NEVER happening) decisive sometimes. It's like. I'm indecisive &lt;em&gt;and yet&lt;/em&gt; I can get hasty and impulsive! Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us ended up getting new pencil boxes too! They were too cute so we gave in. I know! So lousy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061145445693895666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzM978rs_I/AAAAAAAAAds/BD_hA9ihaTY/s320/CANEIHZB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the coolest; mine's the centre one. And just so you were thinking, yes, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;pretty squeeze-ish. But whatever. I'll just chuck the rest of my stationery in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us had dinner at Lucky Plaza. Initial plan was Ayam Penyet, but whatever. It was closed, and I dont even think we got the right place in the first place! Memory's failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food kinda sucked but company didn't! At all, so yes. Screw food. We ended up sitting at the steps of Heeren; some ulufied spot. And like you couldn't guess, &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; we are camwhores, we camwhore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061144633945076674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzMOr8rs8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/HQ9275grMiU/s320/CAH08ZLH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061145694801998850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzNMb8rtAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fmgKNrutC-Y/s320/CAQR27Q9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061143989699982226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzLpL8rs5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/6PSelMb8Yns/s320/CAC1M741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061146442126308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzN378rtEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nKIWyox9Pa8/s320/CAYFGHIZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061144268872856482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzL5b8rs6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/qYHjb_p6OBk/s320/CAC9WH8V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061144354772202418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzL-b8rs7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/KKBslu-1JYc/s320/CAH4IDP7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061141752022020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzJm78rszI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aYv4ZInMoxk/s320/CA4LGLO3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061141992540189506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzJ078rs0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/No85KJqFO1M/s320/CA6RMVQH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061142808583975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzKkb8rs4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/kKpForxcT8U/s320/CA89KXCV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061142263123129170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzKEr8rs1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/o0xukbjjmQk/s320/CA6Z4TY3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061142439216788322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzKO78rs2I/AAAAAAAAAck/ODd_LVCZyKY/s400/CA6ZWH2R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061145338319713250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzM3r8rs-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/eMTLneKG298/s320/CAKX6R05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061142516526199666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzKTb8rs3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9eeiGJ7pNzI/s320/CA8D0DG7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061146296097420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzNvb8rtDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ruDJySbZKRo/s320/CAVUM5FR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061140798539281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzIvb8rsyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pQUdzul4zeE/s320/CA3AGFRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061144788563899346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzMXr8rs9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/05TXPYP69V8/s320/CAJIM93R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We talked about stuff. Hahah. Mainly catching up, and comparing what our school's are like, the people, culture, and of course, times in Cedar. We'll never run out of things to talk about man. That's just how it's like with 3 talkative people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really good meeting them girls. Overwhelmed with nostalgia. Should do this more often, it's real healthy to crawl back to that comfort zone, one you've been in for 4 whole years, every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Champion shot of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061146729889117266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzOIr8rtFI/AAAAAAAAAec/sOe6NwUlHWM/s320/UNGLAMheroes013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As classic as classic goes, baby. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Diana, PS: Don't think I don't know you didn't send us &lt;em&gt;A LOT&lt;/em&gt; of the pictures ok! Just because you THINK you don't look good, doesn't mean you don't send lah walau. I know cows are lazy, but still! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7070281098294311396?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7070281098294311396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7070281098294311396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7070281098294311396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7070281098294311396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/tgif-ive-lots-to-blog-and-tons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjzNqb8rtCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/IdVXTj5YH_s/s72-c/CAVUM5FN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1381215608553487594</id><published>2007-05-02T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preview only okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 1A1 decided to waste away our Labour Day. Well, 7 of us at least. Plus Lionel later at night. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have time on my side, cos I've to study for Econs (which really does own History, any time) and I cannot NOT blog, cos heck, yesterday was tons of good good fun, you will have to be satisfied with a couple of pics. Will do a slide later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952033196126962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiPkL8rsvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/blNLs1dTjkc/s400/Image513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice ass, kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059950804835480258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiOcr8rssI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8lBKsUA36d4/s400/Image501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiPJr8rsuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FZzhO-8xhIk/s1600-h/Image550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059951577929593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiPJr8rsuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/FZzhO-8xhIk/s400/Image550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiOu78rstI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xuiv-IXCo6g/s1600-h/Image535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059951118368092882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiOu78rstI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xuiv-IXCo6g/s400/Image535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiN_L8rsrI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I_CXeaTAy4U/s1600-h/Image499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059950298029339314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiN_L8rsrI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I_CXeaTAy4U/s400/Image499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't already know, you're a loser who doesn't check my Friendster account or you're not hip enough. Hahah, joke people. That's a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954193564676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiRh78rswI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0KJy4GyXAPw/s400/Image569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Too funky right. And because of SOME PEOPLE, we had to walk the whole 5 hours+ we were there. Freaking Tram(p). (; Will leave you with a lovely picture which got me so so intrigued I practically pressed my nose to the glass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059955572249178898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiSyL8rsxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Lm_kmcFNDW8/s400/Image540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The whole time with my hair standing, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1381215608553487594?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1381215608553487594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1381215608553487594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1381215608553487594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1381215608553487594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/preview-only-okay-so-1a1-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjiPkL8rsvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/blNLs1dTjkc/s72-c/Image513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2722599515424353080</id><published>2007-04-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:49.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sneaks and Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058881310734135922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjTBv78rsnI/AAAAAAAAAas/AzTt8m5zkaw/s400/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan turned out to be quite the flop when 2 kakis couldn't make it. Actually 3 but then, that one's like. Long dead, or something. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hello?! How can it possibly NOT be fun when you put 2 librans together?! Mud and I walked about in town and partook in some unplanned semi shopping. 'Yeah baby!' So says his newly bought shirt. And mine is so sunny bright, it'll blind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some serious brain cracking (hahah, ok I exaggerate, but we DID have difficulty! Recall librans=fickle formula), decided to dine at Sakae. And wow. The both of us decided to just whack, and boy did we eat a lot. Lol. But hey, sushi's healthy. Ok, fine, it's healthIER than the normal junk we consume. (Trying to convince myself here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way back to Wheelock to get some lovely Haato (confirm you don't know what it is!) and check out some shoes. EHH how ah. Now I want that pair. Mother mother dearest mother, please be in a good mood next weekend. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, yesterday! Lionel and I are the randomest people alive I tell you. We met at Simei at about 8.45, took a DETOUR from Bedok to some part of Hougang, then finally gave up and cabbed to Leo's. Hahah. But all's cool. Cos we bitched like the whole friggin way. Yay for awesome bitching partners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo's house is so fucking huge. When we stepped in, we looked up and whoa. The ceiling is way &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; high. Damn nice can. Gosh. We probably looked like suakus. Sorry lah, we're poor pEopLezz living in HDB flats man. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so technically it isn't really his house, but whatever. Still counted. Besides, his house in Medan is like 2 and a half times bigger than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just sat at the table outside and chilled. More bitchings progressed. Shifted inside, their idea. I was just "Huh, ok, *shrugs* anything". Little did I know it's cos they felt uneasy sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the house next door is SO FREAKY. It's under renovation and eeee *shivers. It's just damn creepy. And ok, the MARBLE table is round right. Lionel's facing the house, I'm on his right, with my body turned towards him cos ugh, no way am I gna be looking at Freaky House. Leo was sitting on his right, but he act dare only, and his body angle is like, still facing the house next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we settled down in the living rooms with the DAMN HUGE SOFAS and the DAMN NICE Greek goddess-ish figurines for decor, then only they told me they felt weird. Hahah, I didn't sense/feel anything. Yes, in this case, ignorance is seriously bliss man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, they are just two weird boys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they took the 3 seater sofa (but I think it can actually fit 5, yes THAT big) while I took the "two" seater one. I got comfortable, laid down and wahh.. Ended up dozing off for like 45 minutes! Hahah. Me is too cool please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab situation was funny! Got to give Lionel props! Got home by about 130 and oooh. Father attempted to act fierce but so failed. Heh. It was fun being random actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is what happens when you're alone in the lift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058887405292728962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjTHSr8rsoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CTcqEU9DZ3g/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just like how it goes when you're alone (together) in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058888414610043554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjTINb8rsqI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-pj7n1PEPII/s320/Image450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058887783249851026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjTHor8rspI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uU0Ona8DKyo/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I love being a grrrrrl. K night world. YESA. Four days of school! I just hope that I can join lovely 1A01 later the night, come Tuesday. Toes crossed okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2722599515424353080?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2722599515424353080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2722599515424353080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2722599515424353080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2722599515424353080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/sneaks-and-heels-todays-plan-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RjTBv78rsnI/AAAAAAAAAas/AzTt8m5zkaw/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-9057203450116328704</id><published>2007-04-29T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:11:59.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;College class collage :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782120872210&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782120872210&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/216172782120872210/bl_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782120872210&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/216172782120872210/bl_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-9057203450116328704?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9057203450116328704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=9057203450116328704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9057203450116328704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/9057203450116328704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-class-collage-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4314070220874073013</id><published>2007-04-28T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:42:04.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;College business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's such a turn on? Humour. And you know what's not? Missing your Econs online assessment. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot possibly imagine the shock I got. I woke up, stared at the red digits on the SCV set top box, it showed 1240. Called and called people, and the whole world ignored me! @$#^!(*% But alas! Dear Fiona answered. (: She calmed me down and we ended up talking for a nice forty minutes plus. Well, at least Charlotte missed it too! Phew. We can both die together. Ahh. Such unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days in school have been zooming past at this insane speed. It's just all a blur. It's like I just rememebered Mr Diva (Yes, that's his name. Why? Not happy is it? Shit, this is Joel's/Xian Liang's influence.) scolding us. And then suddenly it's like 20 minutes to H1 Math tutorial AGAIN. Like wth, honestly! Wasn't it just Thursday, YESTERDAY!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Need to breathe. But school hasnt been so asskicking before. Class gets HIGH easily. Yesterday during break was a perfect example. Leo's phone died cos we kept on taking multi-shots! We mucked about with Steph's crutches, taking turns to "race" with it. And Tabs and I have created our very own trademark! Taking our picture with random people's phone and putting it as wallpaper. Wah. Damn cool can. I know you agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Malay, we had to stand up in front of the class and talk about any topic. In Malay of course. Tabitha went first, and I decided to be a cow and record it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dang. I shouldn't have told her that it's in my phone. Cos she did the same thing when it's my turn. Hilarious shit. I can't believe that that was me. I was like seriously DANCING LAH. Moving my hands so much, swaying right and left, smiling like a friggin LOON. I looked dumb. I sounded dumb too. SIGH. See, that's why I need a maid and a grandparent to live with me! Then I'll speak Malay on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other news still school-related though, campaigning starts soon! So egggggcitingggg! But I'm clueless really, as to what I should do. We had to shoot this intro video thing yesterday, as well as take a picture and a trial run of our speech. Now I know who my "mentor" is. Haha, funny how I didnt know it was him when he smsed me, thinking it's just another general mass sms of some sort. We are both in A01 (him 2, me 1), and Nominee #1! So interesting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it ended, about 7, Leo and I met up with the rest for dinner at Thai Express. Was so fucking STUFFED after that man. But good food, good food. Had a great time with them. I laughed so hard. Claudia has this HORRID HABIT of taking unglam pictures of me. I is hurted ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have some peaceful me time in front of the telly now, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4314070220874073013?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4314070220874073013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4314070220874073013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4314070220874073013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4314070220874073013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-business-you-know-whats-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7748043046823781978</id><published>2007-04-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Camera sluts are cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joel and Aisyah were rushing through History corrections (yes, we still do corrections). Claudia left her phone with me, Tabs and I got bored. We decided to have some fun with the poor helpless victim - her phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003361479722450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4Vw5z0hdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xYinDmZsCvQ/s400/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Self timers can be quite a bitch actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003614882792930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4V_pz0heI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cCidcLP-mfY/s400/Image145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Especially when you've to FREEZE the pose for all of 10 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003000702469570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4Vb5z0hcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VmisBatz9xE/s400/Image133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But we learnt fast, we got good at it, and TOOK MORE MORE MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That was Part I. Unknowingly, Part II was to come soon after, during yet another PUS meeting which are, actually, becoming increasingly fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003984249980402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4WVJz0hfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GMlrr-Jcvzg/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Su Yin the funkeh happeh monkeh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057004572660499986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4W3Zz0hhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zzmQ7l6dXK0/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This one, we call STRESS &lt;s&gt;or rather FAKE stress&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057004289192658434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4Wm5z0hgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/7S2tzDVKdVs/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An almost free show for me, Mel adjusting her skirt, Suyin being her usual self and photographer Hamka, being a pervert :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057006063014151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4YOJz0hjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RlAXj22wdoE/s400/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The crew minus Mr O.A Xian Liang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057005702236898850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4X5Jz0hiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6SUMsgZXM98/s400/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Hello, Ms Yow totally loves us lah please (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057001884010972578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4Ua5z0haI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tY26pCyuG0I/s400/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See. I told you. She loves us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057006303532320322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4YcJz0hkI/AAAAAAAAAac/URnH-o4umXE/s400/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened to Claudia by Tabby and I, it happened to Ms Yow too. This time, Suyin's my partner in crime! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, need sleep now. &lt;strong&gt;Remember.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOTE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7748043046823781978?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7748043046823781978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7748043046823781978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7748043046823781978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7748043046823781978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/camera-sluts-are-cool-so-joel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Ri4Vw5z0hdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xYinDmZsCvQ/s72-c/Image105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7853572029664246836</id><published>2007-04-22T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:53.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting burnt 101 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056095925084390770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RircdJz0hXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VSILi4YZZOs/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Havaianas lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056096363171054994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rirc2pz0hZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lO-t897D87M/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Accidental meet up with Fatmah and Samrina, who were across the street! See, Tampines is such a rocking place man. Fatmah was getting out of the cab, and I was crossing the road heading to 7-11 to pay my phone bills and top up my card. After comfirming, yes, it IS her, I screamed out her name. She turned around, then screamed out MY name and awwwh. We hugged. Been MONTHS man. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, meeting up with Lee was awesome. (: Had breakfast, bought Macs and sat at one of the benches at the beach. We also cycled so much it was so wow. What an accomplishment! Though of course we had tons breaks in between. Tons of talking and chilling and all the lovely mellow stuff. &lt;strong&gt;Mellow is Love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056096126947853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rirco5z0hYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/26Fejt2XBX4/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taken during one of our water breaks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the breakwater this one time and guess what we did! We played MLTR on my phone (sorry lah, for having such cheesy songs, lol) and sang along. Hahah. We is cool. Sitting on the breakwater was good. (: We realised that the tides were getting higher, but we ignored it. AND THEN. It got way too high, the water actually got onto the breakwater itself. And damn. Our asses got wet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice just talking and catching up. Also, I came up with a cheer for her! B to the I to the M-B-O! C to the L to the A-R-A! :D (This goes for Clara Lock and Diana Chan too actually! Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was good. (: I don't know why, but somehow, yesterday felt so vacation-ish, so much so that it didn't quite seem like it was Singapore even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056095272249361762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rirb3Jz0hWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z4nhmD-XG8A/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056094494860281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RirbJ5z0hTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yEUiglWCGTc/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056094640889169218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RirbSZz0hUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/kSTaomN40Gs/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No, told you we weren't in Singapore! Hahah, crazy how having so much fun can get you thinking like that eh? But really! The waters seemed so much clearer, BLUER even! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056095010256356690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rirbn5z0hVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Um41qX8rhas/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning the bikes (we lost track of time, we had to RACE back -.-) hung out at Macs for some chilling relaxing time. When I was in the toilet, realised that yes, I got semi-burnt AGAIN despite putting on so much sun block this time around! Good thing is now my neck's evenly dark. Bad thing is I'm blacker with an obvious 'V' (t shirt neckline) that's darker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went back to the beach to play with sand and stuff, then we WALKED all the way back to Kembangan. Told you, we're way too cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked past VJ, past KC, past St Pats, onto the park connector I think and wow, ALL THE WAY to kembangan okay. So basically, Clara walked all the way back home. But knowing her, she either took 42 in, called her mum to come pick her up, or even cab her way in to Jln Paras! THE BUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's good. Right now, she's probably back at Trinity College, thinking back to how GREAT it was to see me yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056094211392439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rira5Zz0hSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PCZPpWg7VFs/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056090620799780114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RirXoZz0hRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Nls08HZiPn4/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will be seeing this babe in 3 months time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I've to go do some work before meeting the rest for some PW discussion! Sigh. Ever since school, or rather college life started, the difference between the weekdays and the weekends are so stark, it's scary! Living for the weekends man. Totally living for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7853572029664246836?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7853572029664246836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7853572029664246836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7853572029664246836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7853572029664246836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-burnt-101-havaianas-lovin.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RircdJz0hXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VSILi4YZZOs/s72-c/Image079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8892378158190980291</id><published>2007-04-21T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:54.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Love love! Many many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055555802882147554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RijxN5z0hOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SP7-E_5zU9Y/s400/105628644l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone present at Tabby's party last weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055556533026587890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rijx4Zz0hPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0KcwLoa0R9A/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She got prettier since the last time I saw her! Darn! Hahah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I got to meet lovely people today after school. It feels different, yet that strong sense of familiarity remains. Thank God. (: I love her to bits man. The others too. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8892378158190980291?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8892378158190980291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8892378158190980291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8892378158190980291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8892378158190980291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/bffae-love-everyone-present-at-tabbys.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RijxN5z0hOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SP7-E_5zU9Y/s72-c/105628644l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8526033451112804746</id><published>2007-04-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:18:30.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgin visit was cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a lot about the VTech psycho over at Tabby's just now. CNN has never been so intriguing eh? I have lots to say about it actually. Like firstly, hello, get over the I'm-a-poor-kid-surrounded-by-rich-kids shit. That's lame. 3 words, &lt;strong&gt;get over it&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. We were talking about it, Tabby, her mum and I. &lt;em&gt;People these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall learn to appreciate it when Papa tunes in to the news channels. Expand my knowledge and all that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, a nice change. Going over to a friend's which is so &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; JC-ish lah please. For nothing too. Yay for Early Thursdays. Was greeted by on Overexcited Scott (well naturally duh *flips hair over shoulders, gives smug look). He jumped out of the room by the front door and went "HUDZ HUDZ!". Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pored over old photographs, watched Idol (I don't catch it regularly; how she has the time to do it, I'll never know), ate Ice Jelly (so owns the school canteen's!) and nice shit as such. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be one hell of a happy girl tomorrow! Cos I'll get to meet the BFFAE! Like about friggin time. Also, weekend seems to be looking pretty kick ass. If all goes according to plan that is. Gosh, I don't think I've ever valued them weekends as much as I have these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekends=DA BOMB. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't get any clearer than that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just wondering, I'm not that see-through am I? Been thinking about it for quite a bit lately. Man I hope I'm not as transparent as I think I am. :/ It's like the whole Trust issue for me, like what I said for Wednesday's workshop in front of everyone in the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being trusting won't kill. It won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8526033451112804746?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8526033451112804746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8526033451112804746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8526033451112804746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8526033451112804746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/virgin-visit-was-cool-learned-lot-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5234230784218353246</id><published>2007-04-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;How I got black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054421297640330482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTpZAcFVPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1CjnYuB9Syg/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tabs thinks she's so cool snapping shots of me unaware with my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; phone. AND WONT YOU LOOK AT THAT SKIN! Four shades darker at least! Knew I should have brought along my sunblock everywhere I went. I just knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want my Cedar life back! Ok, actually no, not really even though I do miss it time and time again, change is good. I just want my free time back. It seems like nowadays, all I ever want to do when I'm back home is SLEEP! Such piggy behaviour, but hey, it's so very true. Gosh, history tutorials ARE SO DEMANDING. And is it just me? Cos I happen to think that Econs tutorials are zee best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. If there's ONE word to describe my life right now, it's (like you didn't guess it already) is BUSY. Yes, I'm a friggin bee. The Queen's a pretty cool role actually. All you've to do, is fuck them slaves. LOL. Ok, that came out rather wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pre U Sem meetings are turning into something else altogether these days! Like today? There was an armwrestling match. Hamka VS Xian Liang. Xian Liang the idiot went "Eh got any chiobu around not?" (To impress see.) So I got annoyed. "EH HELLO. EXCUSE ME!?". And he obediently went "Oh ya ah. Got 3." (Suyin, Mel and I, lol) I lost my green marker pen cos &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; PUNY is actually strong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised too, that April=Broke month. SO MANY BIRTHDAYS. Way too many, IT'S INSANE. There's (in no particular order, dont get jealous you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054397220053668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTTfgcFVGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QT21L3v5ybE/s320/100_9460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;NAJIB DEAR NAJIB (today actually),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054398882206012530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTVAQcFVHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/s6vsuupC850/s320/Hakiem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054393960173491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTQhwcFVDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FU-AyVEVKQQ/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alyya,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054393569331467282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTQLAcFVBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/G0oEI07FK70/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054393741130159138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTQVAcFVCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MzS0doyYY2k/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Leo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054395811304395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTSNgcFVEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qM3t7mX2u1I/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tabby (both on the 18th!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054395995987989586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTSYQcFVFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/l6rkrJPMqsw/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fiona (19th same as Brat) &lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus my aunt, and CLARA LEE. This girl, came back to Singapore since like Good Friday and I've yet to meet her and I just found out approximately 3 seconds ago that she's leaving this Saturday! Man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah the past weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night, it was Leo's simple birthday dinner in town. It was pretty fun, I must say. (: We kept on taking multi shots which are so uber cool. I look unglam in 90% of them, cos I'm too ambitious, wanting to keep up with the pace of the camera, but obviously failing each and every time. Boo. ): It ended off rather mellow. Them, not me. Attempted to be cool people hanging out at the Istana Park in front of the fountain, or whatever thingy playing Truth or Truth, but we kinda failed? Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday. Met Patson and Leo to get Tabby's gift first. Cabbed to Changi Beach Club and what turned out to be a lunch/mini party evolved to become a Birthday Sleepover. :D Impromptu sleepovers are the best I tell you. Downside was I had only one bra-underwear set. But that's okay. We all learn to adapt, don't we? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054403121338733698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTY3AcFVII/AAAAAAAAAWs/FJpcfIqfBxw/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty? Snapped this from where we were lunching/gaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played double wacko with everyone. Initially thought it'd be hell awkward cos technically, I only know Tabby (this was after Patpat and Leo left), and seen her brother once who came down to pass her the cab money, and her mum once too when she gave me a lift, and recognized her best friend through Friendster, lol. But well, it wasnt really the case. (: yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played double wacko for the LONGEST time everrr. If you thought 1A01's game kicked ass, you know nothing about kicking asses. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott was being a pain, calling out "HUDZ HUDZ!" pratically EACH AND EVERY TIME, cos I was right across him and Alvin isn't exactly alert either so I had to keep smacking his right foot to prevent myself from getting whacked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got funny when everyone started shouting out names in this sing song voice. Think it started with her mum. Lol. It's like. A nursery rhyme. Almost. Speaking of her mum, Leo and I realised that they have the exact same laughter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on, played an exhausting game of captain's ball which got us all sandy. So so sandy everyone just headed for the waters to cleanse. Yes, even me in my one set of underwear. Why? Because I'm too cool lah, then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Switched over to pool time, disregarding completely the fact that we weren't in our swimming costumes. And her cousins kept on saying how I look like a certain family friend, Lesley Fernandez. Seriously, since I've been to SR, seems like every other person knows someone who looks like me. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a late dinner, try 11.30ish, ok that makes it supper right, at Changi Village. Walked back, bathed and stuff and not long later, the night got kinky. Typically. (Like Shehzhadee's 4D 3N or was it 3D 2N chalet.) After her folks headed home, it was just the six of us left, Vanessa, Scott, Dave, Alvin, Tabby and I. And that my friends, was where it all got interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked and truth-ed and talked and dared and talked and talked and talked till about 4/5 around there. Dave could have been doing god knows what lah, in that corner, keeping quiet half the time! HAHAH. Apparently, I was one of the first ones to knock off. Cos I didnt reply to Scott's "HUDZ HUDZ!" in the dark or something. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That said, we obviously ditched all plans of venturing out to haunted places in the middle of the night which was kinda the initial plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can be such chicken shit, did you know that? I CAN GET PRETTY DARN SHY LAH OK. For real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the first one to get up! Cool right. See, I needed to pee pretty bad. One by one, the lazy bums got up, lazed about, attempted to watch old skool cartoons about those 3 cats and 3 cockroaches then we headed down to the pool/beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gotta be the most active "holiday" I've had. "Holiday" cos it honestly felt like a vacation of some sort what with the hotel rooms and all that beach time and getting burnt and stuff. "Active" cos we played a heck lot of captain's ball, which was VERY TIRING but fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how I'm a lousy swimmer? Well there's this THING in the middle of the sea portion they blocked off. Similar to that yellow thing at Sentosa. The first time we headed for that, I was such a pussy, I held on to the soccer ball for dear life, and screamed my life away when climbing onto that thing. Drowning, being pulled under by some force and all things terrible water-related came to mind. It's not funny ok! It was pretty fucking scary actually! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was screaming like a banshee cos I didnt expect to be slammed against it when climbing and my god! I didnt see those green, thingys some sort of seaweed/moss covered rope thingy to slam against me so I screamed lah! It was so gross. But I felt so accomplished once I got on to that thing. It was like wow. I did it. I ACTUALLY DID IT. Hahah. Tabitha laughed at me. Bad right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054403641029776530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTZVQcFVJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OaAkXzbO9r0/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that white floating thing? Ya that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054403877252977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTZjAcFVKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nZNU5UqJ1zs/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We buried Alvin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054392963741078530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTPnwcFVAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3Z5vYhGB-Ww/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and made him boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054404160720819378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTZzgcFVLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jSRyDSt6tMA/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A booby him with my shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumped off with I cant rmb who the first time. Alvin I think. AND! I surfaced! I'm alive! Then it just got sickeningly addictive. The more I did it, both swim to the thing and jump off, the more I wanted to do it. Vanessa and I managed to push Scott off this one time and it was so powerrrrrrrr sia the feeling! He was about to push us off I think but we jumped first. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, am tired of explaining and describing and getting excited thinking it all over. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054417561018782930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTl_gcFVNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Kcd7EHItRqQ/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tabby, me, Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054404469958464706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTaFgcFVMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CtpcQJXPiNM/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Having our breakfast which was our lunch really. L-R: Tabby, Vanessa, Scott, Tabby's dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054417745702376674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTmKQcFVOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1a6ZlNXMzl4/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So ended up only reaching home and like about 4. Was told to bathe and change and then headed off to my aunt's place for a bbq for both my brother's and my aunt's birthday. It was pretty good seeing everyone after quite a long time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yada, yada, yada, only got home at about 11. SO HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO MY HW!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's possible that I've just tired myself out blogging an entry as such. Sigh. PRIORITIES HUDA. PRIORITIES. No sleep tonight then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my goodness! I cant stand it when people YOU DONT KNOW AT ALL, add you on msn and start talking in their Mat lingo going "HAI. (no no, not "hi". it's "HAI" and it's not even a friggin sigh, rhyming eh. GOSH.) I'm X, 19, intro u?". I mean, yeah, I do put myself out there, with Friendster, and this blog and what not. But my gosh! At least, be polite, and not stalker-ish, and BE FRIENDLY. And oh yes,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;extremely important requirement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, BE ABLE TO SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that sounds snobbish, I'm sorry. But it's just like. UGH. Personal preference, that's all. Ok, would like to get on to some school work now. Peeth. This has got to be the best entry in weeks. I know you so agree. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5234230784218353246?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5234230784218353246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5234230784218353246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5234230784218353246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5234230784218353246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-i-got-black-tabs-thinks-shes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RiTpZAcFVPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1CjnYuB9Syg/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7273662872009635103</id><published>2007-04-16T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:14:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend was pretty fucking awesome. Bet you're so jealous you're greener than grass. :D Pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, lack of updates=BUSY. I miss blogging. I really honestly do. Oh well. Anyway, I'm not asleep right now, cos I wanted to check my mail and see who's sent me the GP stuff, and GUESS WHAT. I've only got one from Tabs. Reliable Tabby. Heh. But OH MY G! (insides!insides! dont you just hate insides?) Sigh. Poor Ms Yow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. MY WEEKEND HONESTLY KICKED ASS. Fri night-Sun night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7273662872009635103?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7273662872009635103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7273662872009635103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7273662872009635103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7273662872009635103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-weekend-was-pretty-fucking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3519785938286689728</id><published>2007-04-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:58.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966175026783442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhii-Zr8JNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W-pMwWzb4ig/s320/unglam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me. Hahah. And oooh, look! Lionel&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; looks like a guy! *GASPS (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of lovely Rachel? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050967180049130818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhij45r8JUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vXemDKonpJ0/s320/452929751l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050968696172586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RhilRJr8JVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-biU3N2HT_o/s320/770493814l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of my fucking awesome class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966935235994914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhijqpr8JSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PffsFBpR9pA/s400/1a01+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966784912139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhijh5r8JRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-CdOPeYdowk/s400/1a01+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966677537957122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhijbpr8JQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NoE_efO0WDU/s400/1a01+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966540099003634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RhijTpr8JPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wY-GTPzfnlI/s400/1a01+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966445609723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RhijOJr8JOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/qKdnyJuj3YI/s400/1a01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Spot the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potty-mouthed-looks-like-good-boy boy. Really. It's like a "fuck, knn, etc" in practically every single sentence!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contagious laughter girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"BOY" who's really a girl at heart. 60% female, y'all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm scared of computers" girl/my PE partner cos we both suck the same. Gosh, sounds wrong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raisin girl who sleeps secretly during lectures with the help of her fringe!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beng lookalike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I can't cut my own nails" brat #1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I left my ezlink card at home, so my dad's picking me up" brat #2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing at the WEIRDEST moments, and it's not even THAT funny girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rich Indon dude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, shall stop, cos it's not fun anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, right now, actually since an hour ago, I've been hApPy GaLz. Serious. Cos the broadband thingy, route or smth, cocked up. No, actually I think it's the fucking adapter. Whatever. Technology jargon's annoying. So then, called Starhub, and the sexiest voice &lt;em&gt;everrrrr&lt;/em&gt; answered it! AHAHAHA. Megaexcited Cow. Moomoo. But damn! He directed me to this technologypowergeek. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geek is too cool. Honestly. He told me everything I should do, blahblah, he memorised the whole thing! Like how this black page appeared and what to type and everything. Me=impressed. But he talks way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the fact that the net was down since like friday night/sat morning, was probably some sign. That I should stay away from the computer and be Productive Huda. (which I've not been, I know. I've been bad. ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok SO WOOHOO. FRIDAY! Met up with Natt and Maryam! First two friends in SR! Yay, we bitched a lot. Like omgosh, &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; a lot. Coffee Bean was love. Yes, it was. Too bad Maryam left first WITHOUT taking pics! See lah. YOUR fault Yusof. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, decided to get this clutch thing and use it as a pencil case! But damn. After transferring all my stationery into it, it looks. Weird. It's probably just me. But now, I think it looks nicer as a clutch. But wth, I can make it both right? *smacks head. Dufus, Huda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been pretty great too. For whole drama, add me on LJ. MUAHAHAHAHA. Yes, I've decided that everything that can't go here, will go there, and most likely "Friends only". Any more "blogwars" and I'll turn bulimic I tell you. Which can't be that bad, since -. Ok, digressing, and I should stop it with all the "hidden meanings/pokes". I'm annoying myself, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's screwing with me. Sometimes it lets me post pics, then it'll change its mood and decide "No, no more. That's all I'm letting Huda put up". I want to put up more pictures! Especially of Rach and Happy Playground Time and of course, of Natt too! Seriously Blogger. Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not blogging as regular as I used to, does have its effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my premature hello to the lovely goods I'm gna get in a couple of hours time. YESA, HELLO NEW THINGS, I LOVE YOU MUCHOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3519785938286689728?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3519785938286689728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3519785938286689728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3519785938286689728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3519785938286689728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rhii-Zr8JNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W-pMwWzb4ig/s72-c/unglam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5373069475262893425</id><published>2007-04-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:12:38.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Story behind your myspace song?&lt;br /&gt;I heard it the first time on OC and totally fell in love with the scene and everything, and yeah. It's one of my fav songs now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Story behind your headline?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Not much really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;LIFE. Hahah, okay let's not get emo. School, really. Principal got me flipping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;Long, black, DAMN LUCKY and way too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dream Car:&lt;br /&gt;Convertible! Red/black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Background on your mobile:&lt;br /&gt;Me. I cant help it. I love myself too much. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jewelry worn daily?&lt;br /&gt;Ear studs, and nothing else really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pillowcase:&lt;br /&gt;Pretty blue flowers. The FIRST bed spread I got to choose myself! Cos mother usually buys it, and I'll be all "ok. *shrugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Blue. Totally blue. Wait no, GREEN! Like Nick's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. House color:&lt;br /&gt;Flat's red brickish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sports:&lt;br /&gt;PE IS A SPORT. I DONT CARE. IT FRIGGIN IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CD in Stereo?&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;Ears only. I keep things PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Cedar shorts, old fading purple u2 tshirt. And undergarments too of course, I dont keep things hanging and going commando is hell uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wanting?&lt;br /&gt;To LOSE WEIGHT and omgosh, that to NEVER HAPPEN. But I think it is. Happening, so whatever. OH AND OF COURSE, that dream I've had since I was 10. And. OK I've too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;WMP on shuffle. Chicago's Look Away. Daddy O's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;A lot. Loss, losing out, dark creepy things with imagination running wild, thinking there's SOMETHING lurking. I'm afraid for my mum too. Once more, I fear too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like the taste of blood?&lt;br /&gt;No, it tastes weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Hate is too strong a word, but hell yes, I do dislike some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like who you are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool with me being ME. But sometimes, I think I should lay low with all that bitchings and the evil things inside my head. It's draining and KARMA IS REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you remember your dreams/nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to convert in to one. And be like Xian Liang who's DAMN POWER. Man, was I impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;They are ok. But if overdone then it's way too in-your-face for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Well I turn black easily. Ok sorry, I turn &lt;em&gt;dark &lt;/em&gt;easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like chicken?&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;Boys and their WARPED ideas of everything, basically. Tabby, we'll grow old, alone and with 50 cats at this rate! HOW! But ok lah still can. Alone together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I HUNG OUT WITH LOVELY RACHEL. And the family, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Cedarians, the BFFAEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?&lt;br /&gt;Ok please, take a look at the flab first? Yes, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you forget alot?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I remember too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last text message you sent?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey wna bathe tmr and skip break?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;5? 7? I dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever won a trophy? What for?&lt;br /&gt;I MAY have been QUITE the loser in sec sch, but I'm not THAT BAD! LOL. Yes, I have and for several things some more. Good not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;I can cook fried rice? Like how I did for sec2's Home Econs. But duh, I cant rmb now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Sprite or 7-Up?&lt;br /&gt;Sprite. 7-up's a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?&lt;br /&gt;For the past decade and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Would you rather find true love or be a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;Can I not choose? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Think fast...Who do you hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, hate is too strong a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Dad's friend's son. He like just transferred out of the ICU cos he had too much sugar in his system. Fucking scared me, I stuck to plain water for like 5 WHOLE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Your current crush?&lt;br /&gt;Eye candy. Crush is like, a step above eye candy. Different thing altogether yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Who is your best friend? (are, friends)&lt;br /&gt;Nur Aniszah Sapari, Muhammad Ahmad Magad, Muhammad Najib Saat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Would you take a cheater back?&lt;br /&gt;No. Well at least I say that now, but heck I dont know how much a mush I'll turn into in future, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Chocolate or vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT DECIDE. Ok, right this moment, I'll go with Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken off Natasha's LJ. Yes, I steal from her quite a lot. Anyways, blogger still hates me, so no pictures for you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5373069475262893425?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5373069475262893425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5373069475262893425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5373069475262893425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5373069475262893425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3217177922243668629</id><published>2007-04-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:57:59.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah sia. Damn tired. Intended on doing the bloody PI. But I cannot. keep. my. eyes. open. So too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, come let me tell you something. Saturday Crae and Zee met up. I forgot who's who, so there. A clever play of words. (: And it was so fucking great. :D So much for studying eh? Like we said, one day catch up, another day study. Can one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, our let's-be-geeks-and-study-at-the-library date turned into a let's-eat-vending-machine-sandwiches-and-catch-up-at-the-rooftop-place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After convincing ourselves that NO, we wont be studying at all, we borrowed a couple of books and went nuts shopping for ear studs. Eh wait. Not yet, sequence of events all wrong! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked about, got tickets for The Hitcher, settled at Starbucks for like all of 15 minutes before we had to RUSH to the theatre cos we got carried away talking, we forgot the time! The Hitcher. Man, we had no idea at all WHAT we were watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move Along came on, and THAT got me pretty dang excited. Then Sophia Bush came on, and I'm like "YEAHHH. So far so good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, suspense was pretty awesome, cos it was unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, after the movie, we went nuts finding ear studs and I got possesed by this Crazy Cow who just went mad. Cos see, I saw this really cute bag (note to self: STOP using the word cute, it gets irritating), but like. Haven't quite decided whether to get it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We browsed some more, then OH HELL. We got distracted! I like totally asked the aunty to wait for me to come back. And when I realised, it was like 1030! And she usually closes at like 10! Terrible huh. But here's the problem. WE COULDNT FIND HER SHOP. Well, you know how Bugis is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Cow dragged Rachel, rushed in and out of lanes and lanes of narrow shops. AND I ALMOST RAN SMACK INTO A MIRROR. It took me like 5 seconds (way too long okay) to realise that that's ME! Omg, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did BK, where Rachel just bought this ice cream, just so we can sit there and talk and talk and talk. :D We talk good. Yeah, it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, blogger is not making me happy cos it refuses to upload pics. Another day then? (: Lack of updates=BUSY. Quit whining. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3217177922243668629?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3217177922243668629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3217177922243668629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3217177922243668629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3217177922243668629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/wah-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1325288748694740326</id><published>2007-03-31T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:00.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047989002377435586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4PQJTJGcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_zararZP7ro/s400/NIZZY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047989264370440658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4PfZTJGdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/m2wUGC64750/s400/FUCKING+NICE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047991081141606898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4RJJTJGfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_h97E9yJRtM/s400/whee2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047990312342460898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4QcZTJGeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jLsN_I7vxMw/s400/whee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047991613717551618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4RoJTJGgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TeoPl9jhhiQ/s400/j%26dirah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047987889980905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4OPZTJGbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ljh1OO4fgp8/s400/DAMN+NICE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I miss. I'm too sweet right? (: And no, I don't miss Stupid Rachel cos I'll see her later! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1325288748694740326?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1325288748694740326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1325288748694740326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1325288748694740326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1325288748694740326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/honestly-now-these-are-people-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rg4PQJTJGcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_zararZP7ro/s72-c/NIZZY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1166574029489678585</id><published>2007-03-31T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:45:51.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pretend to like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1166574029489678585?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1166574029489678585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1166574029489678585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1166574029489678585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1166574029489678585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-pretend-to-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6780540117235350031</id><published>2007-03-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What's distracting during lectures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL&lt;strong&gt; WE&lt;/strong&gt; ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, by and large I'd have to say Veins. That was like way back in the first week which honestly really does feel like a long time ago, and I still remember precisely how &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNED SEATS SUCK BIG TIME. But Aqidah is nice, she lends me her highlighters when mine runs out and woohoooooo Fiona has raisins for that Brain Boost. Hahah. Plus, I like to kick Lionel's or Patson's chair when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, days have been unbelievable. Good and Bad unbelievable. But unbelievable nonetheless. So many things to mention, really. But I cant! Need sleep. And some privacy too. Hahah. 'Then why have a blog?!', says Loyal Reader. Well, you shut up, Know-It-All. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on, sometimes even I feel like I can't keep up. Not talking about studies only, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing today with like about half the class only, hahah. But still, it was good. Did Seoul Garden for lunch which totalled up to an amazing 175+. Money collection was pretty funny. Imagine, me, a b3 EM, c5 AM person counting all that money. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying put for like a really long time, playing Squeeze Murderer even! Talked a lot, laughed a lot too, especially the table with BOTH Claudia AND Lionel, shared (racist) jokes cos we're all lovely openminded people, and nice shit like that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Heart 1A01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got complicated things going on here. REALLY. I MUST AND WILL STOP. Eh Patson, slap me if I fail okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!! I KNOW YOU LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395326227978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgvzTpTJGXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Kdcr6AS4t8U/s400/28032007077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls of 1A01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395429307193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgvzZpTJGYI/AAAAAAAAATY/VtxLiHpkR9I/s400/28032007076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN. Girls of A01. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395029875235170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgvzCZTJGWI/AAAAAAAAATI/_NDzWOSZqEw/s400/28032007078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047394566018767186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgvynZTJGVI/AAAAAAAAATA/P2ewVRVA5YA/s400/27-03-07_1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one is not just love, it's much love. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395901753596306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rgvz1JTJGZI/AAAAAAAAATg/HLAVlgc-O08/s400/29032007099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bored Kids of A01.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's to funky eyebags! The lastest trend of the season, don't you know? And just for the record, I HATE the word "cute". Seriously. What's up with that?! Still befuddled, and will remain so, thank you. Can and will never understand. Sigh. *shakes head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6780540117235350031?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6780540117235350031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6780540117235350031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6780540117235350031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6780540117235350031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-distracting-during-lectures-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgvzTpTJGXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Kdcr6AS4t8U/s72-c/28032007077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3991992829282948550</id><published>2007-03-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:15:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I THINK we're done with all that researching crap. Jason, Shirlene and I met online at about 1045PM. Yeah, it's due tmr. We're too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. I need to &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; procrastinating. I mean, gee, I had so much free time yesterday! What with the BFFAE ditching me. ): I still have tons of work to do. And the point of me dropping by my blogger account for five minutes was to NOT think abt all I've left to do. Gosh. Backfiring or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont think I'll be getting much sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : The next time you procrastinate and waste away a whole day, I'll take away not 1, but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of shoes. I WILL BAD HUDA. WATCH ME. Love, Good Huda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3991992829282948550?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3991992829282948550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3991992829282948550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3991992829282948550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3991992829282948550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/omf-ok-so-i-think-were-done-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3511331723983370964</id><published>2007-03-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:56:42.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baggage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of yesterday, I decided to browse through my folders, to find those files. You know, get them skeletons out to dust. Thing is, I put them under such random names, I myself forgot where they're stored. After some serious searching, I found them 5 long minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading what I wrote back then. Wow. Now, that I'm kind of seeing it all in a distanced sort of way, it seems pathetic. That sense of helplessness and at the same time, that insane burning hope. Coupled with unexpected twists, gosh. Talk about soap opera gone real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the interesting part, is while reading all that, I had Windows Media Player on shuffle mode, and whaddya know. The song that started playing was &lt;em&gt;impeccable&lt;/em&gt;. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finished. Since it's a whole series type of thing, it sort of came in chapters. Sort of. So while reading the next "chapter", so to speak, the next song that came on was faultless too. It's friggin apt. It's as if God wanted me to feel those emotions and feel it &lt;em&gt;thoroughly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it definitely is interesting to read back and see how far you've come from all of that, all of that lameness. Hahah, just consoling myself here. Maybe it's precisely that lameness that makes it human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough. Enough of this semi-emo business. It's really quite fatal. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3511331723983370964?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3511331723983370964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3511331723983370964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3511331723983370964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3511331723983370964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/baggage-because-of-yesterday-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1836881966682543026</id><published>2007-03-23T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:18:01.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3 ladders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was something I'd like to call a bonding session. What was supposed to be merely an impromptu late lunch/friggin early dinner turned out to be a pretty cool get-to-know-you-&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;-more session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of us, 9 to be precise, attacked KFC and had a ball of a time opening up and discussing prevalent issues among us young people. Really &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, lie for what. We had comical James telling us his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tale. Tell you guys something, here's another SUPER long winded person. Everyone present just now can totally second that ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a whole lot too lah. Gosh. Hahah. OMG. Today. During lectures. Something dumb always seem to be happening to the PEOPLE around me, either that or crazy classmates making me laugh. HAMBUGLES. That one, my sides were hurting pretty bad. HAMBUGLES. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought the "session" was a very &lt;em&gt;awwh so touching&lt;/em&gt; kinda thing, cos everyone was participating in the conversation! Imagine that! All 9 of us. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the person who's usually bo chap, whatever, "just kill him, so he'll have to shut up", "aiyah I'm just voting with the majority" during Polar Bear sessions! Cos usually, it's like a big group then the few big mouths will be the ones talking right? (ME. HAHAH) But it wasnt really that way just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tabby cant come cos of soccer and Shirlene's spoilt ie dad's picking her up (I kid, I kid), I liked it a lot. We should have more of this. Cos I think we got to see most of us in a different light. It IS nice to know you're not alone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued sharing in the bus on the way home, sitting beside a Stalin lookalike which was pretty effing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling the next 2, 1 1/2 years with them is gna be bloody great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, will get to meet lovely people I'm missing, tmr! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need my healthy dose of tv, which has been sorely lacking this past week (it IS madness and tiring shit) and then I'm gna treat myself to a 10 hr+ sleep. Goodnight, and have the time of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1836881966682543026?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1836881966682543026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1836881966682543026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1836881966682543026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1836881966682543026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-ladders-today-was-something-id-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3988650529102031333</id><published>2007-03-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of crazily rushed practices, insane nerves,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044760740774399586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgKXKlqxzmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/T_13jSHwd_s/s400/DSC05904.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;meeting nice new people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044760375702179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgKW1VqxzlI/AAAAAAAAASw/-ERCiVxaics/s400/DSC05908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and getting way too high after the performance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759606903033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgKWIlqxzkI/AAAAAAAAASo/lLeRe1aaZ5o/s400/DSC05906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right after the show! Like, we just got out of the backstage. Hahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one's a preshow shot and the rest postshow. Never has it been that smooth before, and thank goodness it was the REAL thing. Heh. Samuel is always doing something weird. The Terrific Ten. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, here's to more researching. :/ So suay lah ok. We thought doing the political aspect would be easy. HOW WRONG. I keep on coming acrss "economical" which is so wtf, we should have done that. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, Bitchy Boys are pretty cool. Right Lionel? We are SO rubbing off on &lt;s&gt;Pat's Son&lt;/s&gt; Patson, please. :D And Tabs (hahah), I &lt;strong&gt;TOLD YOU&lt;/strong&gt; IT'D BE A SHOCKER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3988650529102031333?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3988650529102031333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3988650529102031333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3988650529102031333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3988650529102031333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-crazily-rushed-practices-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RgKXKlqxzmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/T_13jSHwd_s/s72-c/DSC05904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3553055389012328516</id><published>2007-03-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:27:38.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polar Bear sessions are too cool okay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello, everything's good, thank you. Better than good. Modulus AO, hahah aka class is kicking ass. Big time. I'm excited about the uniform. Although &lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt; (and when I say nobody, I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOBODY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) can beat Cedar's uniform, change is belli belli good. Yes. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining goats and cows! Thank God for lovely sleep inducing weather. No more lying in bed for hours before I actually do fall asleep. Too many thought provoking thingys to ponder about lah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found a SHORTER ROUTE home. Woohoo. I too think, that I've been Productive GaLz tonight. Goody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3553055389012328516?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3553055389012328516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3553055389012328516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3553055389012328516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3553055389012328516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/polar-bear-sessions-are-too-cool-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7461448813993001904</id><published>2007-03-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:53:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECSTATIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL I GOT IT. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it was fate that I remained online despite claiming to be off watching tv (which was what I had in mind really, but my butt seemed to be glued stuck on this seat commenting on 3 special people on MySpace, hahaha) and logging off from MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSAAAAAAAA. Bloody happy, and I'm not even sure why I'm THAT happy. Hahaha. I can sleep in peace now. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I DID mention I got in right?! Hahah. Damn annoying, but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasnt this happy, I'd have been not so happy about the fact that the email only came in at like 10pm when it was supposed to be 630pm right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, happy bananas. YAY. Shirlene called me! "You're the first name some more! YOU GOT IT!!!!" and then I just screamed and screamed and screamed. AND SCREAMED. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has a lot to do with like the suspense, so the RELIEF was just woooo! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, she's in too! So's Mr Low Voice Calvin!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOO! YEEEHOOOOO! WOOHOOOO! YEEEHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be sung the way Gwen Stefani/Akon did in The Sweet Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, for real now. TV BABEH. COME TO MOMMY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7461448813993001904?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7461448813993001904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7461448813993001904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7461448813993001904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7461448813993001904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/ecstatic-fucking-hell-i-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6306529312402475590</id><published>2007-03-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:27:20.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgustingly perky songs are IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Panicking unnecessarily. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first day was A-OK cos we had a four hour break which was so wth, yay I likey. Liking my class more and more so woohoo. Crazy GP teacher called on Tabitha because WE were laughing at something stupid HUDA did. Damn, I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Slacking around in the canteen got us so high. Man, that was funny. One after the other, we'd do something dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*in the midst of some full on Band Name Translation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt: MUSA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huda: Right. Isnt that like an animal. (damn confident sia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt: Animal?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huda: Yah. Animal. Musa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got ignored cos the 3 of them are mean like that hahah or maybe they were all lost, couldnt get what I was saying so they continued about with the translation of bands names to Malay which was started by dear Maryam in my LJ, and things got out of hand cos that was all we could do for like a full 15 minutes. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if I'm not wrong, Alyya was it? That realised what was happening. Or maybe I realised it myself. Haha, fuzzy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the &lt;em&gt;an&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;imal&lt;/em&gt;, is &lt;strong&gt;RUSA&lt;/strong&gt;. A deer. Not &lt;strong&gt;MUSA&lt;/strong&gt;, a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh. I hope my Malay improves. It has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Ms Yow is nice. I think she thinks we're nice too. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting what he wanted, James told Ms Yow, "Yah. Because I think you're sweet". Hahaha! It's ok if you dont get it, cos I just felt like mentioning that. 1A01 is pretty yay, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I gush like nobody's business when I'm with Shirlene. I feel like&lt;strong&gt; such&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. Heh. Also, I feel like going this Saturday! Go people, please please please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my TV Diet is calling out to me. It needs to be fed. (: Have I also mentioned that the computer is evil? Cos it is. It's so so evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6306529312402475590?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6306529312402475590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6306529312402475590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6306529312402475590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6306529312402475590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/disgustingly-perky-songs-are-it-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8952030928964970937</id><published>2007-03-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:50:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, New Life. Be gentle and kind with me okay? Although I know you won't. But well. Yeah. Be strong too, Huda. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come bitch, bring it on. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8952030928964970937?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8952030928964970937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8952030928964970937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8952030928964970937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8952030928964970937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-3481890625070634292</id><published>2007-03-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:02.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where hath thou been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043186050546703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rfz-_jcKngI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wnINEb2uIiY/s320/promnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing those days where we used to sit beside each other in class and just stone. Well, actually I do the stonning.. YOU just SLEEP. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-her testimonial to me, hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-3481890625070634292?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3481890625070634292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=3481890625070634292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3481890625070634292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/3481890625070634292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-hath-thou-been-im-missing-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/Rfz-_jcKngI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wnINEb2uIiY/s72-c/promnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-2766490353878914810</id><published>2007-03-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:10:37.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Fuuuyoooo so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-Sd7EnKEH4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-2766490353878914810?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2766490353878914810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=2766490353878914810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2766490353878914810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/2766490353878914810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuuuyoooo-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-4571535168598579311</id><published>2007-03-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:36:06.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world's against me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm being dramatic. I have no one to drag over to Esplanade to get my preview of Sylvia Plath. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a trip to the library it shall be. Gosh, the vast difference yeah? Esplanade VS Library. Also, on a 20% happy, 80% jealous note, tonighttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Koko is still in heat. She is incredibly, annoyingly noisy. So Maryam, be glad you dont own a female cat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I don't get to see her doing the Dirty Deed (MILOOOOO! YEAHHH) since she knows how to keep her &lt;s&gt;hands&lt;/s&gt; paws to herself and not venture outside the house to satisfy her uh, needs. Like her mother. I've seen it thrice, and that, everyone, is three times too many. No more humping cats for me thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="428" alt="" src="http://allyourtrekarebelongto.us/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-4571535168598579311?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4571535168598579311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=4571535168598579311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4571535168598579311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/4571535168598579311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/worlds-against-me-yes-im-being-dramatic.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1132440899108862053</id><published>2007-03-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:55:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about false alarm! Panicked like a mad dog when my computer &lt;em&gt;refused &lt;/em&gt;to let me log in to my hotmail account only to find out hours later, after watching Speed and fetching the brother, there was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no news&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by accident, I met&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Aniszah just now! Yay yay yay. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1132440899108862053?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1132440899108862053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1132440899108862053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1132440899108862053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1132440899108862053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/talk-about-false-alarm-panicking-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-6691526865435160699</id><published>2007-03-16T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:02.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Familiar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042363126222855666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfoSjDcKnfI/AAAAAAAAASI/uxXArEde1nI/s400/macpherson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-6691526865435160699?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6691526865435160699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=6691526865435160699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6691526865435160699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/6691526865435160699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfoSjDcKnfI/AAAAAAAAASI/uxXArEde1nI/s72-c/macpherson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-8793693548858447811</id><published>2007-03-16T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:07.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visuals galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, it was &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042210663473781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmH4jcKnOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/STXg8cDvO8A/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after all a weekday, and close to say, 11 I think? But having the whole stretch of road all to ourselves was pretty cool. So ok, we did have to share it with the occasional tourists, and some foreign workers here and there. But still. Talking was good. Fact, it always is with these two. (I'd say the same for the rest of OG, but Fairuz just stones and Beatrice just gets horny. I kid. Ok, not really. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042222332899925394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmSfzcKnZI/AAAAAAAAARY/aerDlyABqAk/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042222547648290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmSsTcKnaI/AAAAAAAAARg/06kVnotvHzE/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042223153238678978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmTPjcKncI/AAAAAAAAARw/kFNroffPoHc/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042211926194167042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmJCDcKnQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v7mb8tsS3q4/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042212574734228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmJnzcKnRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pK0IfdxRJfY/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp4.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042222912720510386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmTBjcKnbI/AAAAAAAAARo/OMqbGA4MlVA/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042211127330249970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmITjcKnPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mGMvZ7XXhAQ/s400/midnightrendezvous.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then there was the night we did Wheelock all the way. That too, was a pretty great night, like in almost every sense. (: (OMGZ. WESTLIFE ON RADIO.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042217651385572690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmOPTcKnVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mLz4cUHz214/s400/101_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042217934853414242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmOfzcKnWI/AAAAAAAAARA/FpLdpe_W1Oo/s400/101_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042223359397109202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmTbjcKndI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Tc3DaGMtPd8/s400/101_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218969940532610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmPcDcKnYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XUUj4hTWqa8/s400/101_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218364350143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmO4zcKnXI/AAAAAAAAARI/8WxPOXb9krM/s400/101_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well to be honest, that period of time, about last week was a bad time to take sooooooo many pictures. :/ But aiyah, ok lah, taking pictures are still hella fun, and so's the company so vanity will just have to wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, it was kinda like time to say good bye to Bismarck1, which is fine, cos you know, we are still in the same school and everything so there's no need to get all sad and stuff, hahah. We can be going home partners still! (: (Eh Maryam, I think I'm quite the ridiculously perky person, so how ah.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042214679268203810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmLiTcKnSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OAglujBAP_s/s400/bismarkone+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042215572621401394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmMWTcKnTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e9dXCTyi2Yg/s400/bismarckone+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042216998550543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmNpTcKnUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zVlpwN89bQk/s400/bismarckone.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Clarabelle thought it'd be cute to swap the bottoms? heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, got to meet my CG! Must say though, never really expected it to go this well. Trust me, I did envision a terribly boring class with the worst kind of people. But then again, there was Shirlene and Crazy Cheryl to hang on to if it does turn out to be the Worst Case Scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. It wasnt! Hahah. Our Facil was cool too so I guess it just refuses to get bad, eh? Suppose you could kind of tell that it was all gna be fine when only in the first few minutes of the first ice breaker game and everyone's laughing pretty hard. I mean really, how can you not laugh when you've got a guy who screams like a girl!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, I've noticed these people before. Most of them at least. As in, yeah you're thinking "duh. same school." But it's a different kind of notice. It's like you know, the people that somehow, caught your eye whether it's pretty hair, varnished nails, Loud Laughter, warm smile.. just something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting in that good strange way, that most of these people ended up being in my class! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so psychic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are the &lt;strong&gt;Bolehs&lt;/strong&gt;. The mighty mighty Bolehs. I like my class. So far, at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ooh! our CG teacher is nice too. And man, the coindence, she was one of the teachers who auditioned me. :/ Learnt that she teaches Lit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which of course, got me to totally flip out cos I start thinking of my whole audition, my pronunciation, my sentence structure, whatever grammatical errors I may have made and everything else Language related. It's like. Mrs Foo interviewing you. That'd be quite scary no? Think of all those red crosses she's giving you in her head! Eeee, dont wna imagine. Actually already did. Ok, nevermind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toes crossed for me kay? Many thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/edit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon knowing&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; fact, I got so pissed off it's not even funny. It was meant to be mine and only mine. Sigh. We'll see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, thanks ah Fairuz. I still do feel quite abandoned you know. And your Tabitha is in my CG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing, Dear Friends whom I've not met in quite some time, (Rach, Dirah, Siti, Lock, Niz etc) meet soon kay? I dont wna be liable for ditching old friends. Hahah. So here's a beeeeeg fat virtual MSN kiss to all of you! Ok, no wait. How about virtual balloons with kisses all over as well? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shindigz.com/images/itm_img/1W034C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn it, I'm too great a friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-8793693548858447811?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8793693548858447811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=8793693548858447811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8793693548858447811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/8793693548858447811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/visuals-galore-that-night-it-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfmH4jcKnOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/STXg8cDvO8A/s72-c/midnightrendezvous.bmp2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1480135077983499446</id><published>2007-03-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:44:55.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;1A01!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so recall Nuzie's birthday party? Hahah, well here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782118755962&amp;amp;site=widget-7a.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Koko is really sexually frustrated since there's no one to mate with. Also, 1A01, helloooooooo. Maryam, Natt and I are all in different classes! Well, I've stil got others I know so phewww. Tmr's gna be like first day all over again. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! And ytd's auditions! The waiting part was such a killer. But met more people whilst waiting. Interesting. (: I swear I almost shitted in my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Econs, came in late by TWO minutes, the clock read 9:02 and already the lecturer sounded so pissed off. Like seriously, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to kiss&amp;amp;sniff my cats right after I've given them a bath and they're all dry and fluffed up. Speaking of hair, the new Herbal Essescence (sp?) ad's so cute. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to freak out a bit. About everything. Freaking out good and freaking out bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok talking to Rachel now. Byeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1480135077983499446?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1480135077983499446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1480135077983499446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1480135077983499446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1480135077983499446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/1a01-ok-so-recall-nuzies-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7493696630334882141</id><published>2007-03-12T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet again? HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting THAT feeling again. I can't describe it, few people really know how unhealthy it pretty much is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I found out not one, but TWO things on Sat. Both kinda made me feel like banging my head on the wall for being so -. But then, I learnt more abt Thing A and I feel better. DONT EVEN LET ME GET TO THING B COS I'LL JUST BLOW, possibly like Peter Petrelli. &lt;em&gt;Bitchhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;Actually I found out a lot of things on Saturday. Girl talks are needed every once in a while. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, school has been pretty alright :). But man, I totally underestimated the time it'd take for me to get to school! Since today would the &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;time I take public transport to school. I'm not spoilt, I go home myself every day ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. The fact that I'm &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;watchless and phoneless is super scaryyy. I practically pissed myself in the bus in complete anxiety, wondering whether I'll be late or not. Yes, little things worry me a lot. I mean really, my FIRST lecture and I'm gna be late!? But then I met Kathrine who was late too! Turns out she was waiting for Charmaine who lost her way or something so they were later than me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's cool. For Econs, sat beside liquid paper/ruler borrowing Marist and this IJ girl. It was something. Sitting there with two strangers. It has this. Serious atmosphere. Which I kinda liked actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had H1 Maths which was pretty wtf, come again?! Oooh, the dude was going at this crazy speed. AND I TOOK AMATHS OK. But I had Shirlene beside me so it was still alright I guess. Good luck man Fairuz with H2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. THE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Hey, so you're up for the interview later today right!&lt;br /&gt;H: *stares blankly* Um. WHAT. INTERVIEW.&lt;br /&gt;S: The Pre U Sem? Your name's on the board. For today.&lt;br /&gt;H: Again, WHAT INTERVIEW and WHAT BOARD!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happened, that Mr Ang sent a msg through SMS about the interview for the Pre U Sem. But yeah. I HAVE NO PHONE. And I was in for the interview at 4!!!!! I felt so panicky. I quickly scanned the list of topics and thought "there is no way, I can write a good one in about and hour and even imagine I'd get it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hatched a plan. After Maths lecture, we rushed to the staff room, NO MR ANG. I wanted to cry! Talked to another teacher who made things look bleak. Bad negative person. Bad bad bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I managed to find Mr Ang who's now my hero lah ok. He was really nice. I mean, yeah so I was really pleading with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pls. Mr Ang, PLEASEEEEE. I'll be the FIRST person tmr. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE. *hopefully what looked like puppy dog expression, HAHA*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESA. He agreed, set up the time, settled some admin stuff, and yup. So now, I need to bathe and get to it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that my weekend was pretty great? (: Like Nicole Richie great. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040997305147890898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfU4VzcKnNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7akU2Kws-a4/s400/2msn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7493696630334882141?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7493696630334882141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7493696630334882141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7493696630334882141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7493696630334882141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/yet-again-haha-anyway-im-getting-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfU4VzcKnNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7akU2Kws-a4/s72-c/2msn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-1184951703471899176</id><published>2007-03-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:46:07.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah, hello everybody. Huda has succumbed. Well not exactly, but yeah. Those of you who have LJs do add me okay? Username: fakeprada. Heh. I'll add you back! And! As a bonus for being such a good mouse, I'll even write a friend's only entry every now and then! How's that sound? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am gna be late. As fucking usual. ): But I'm gna get a treat so yay. Other than that, here are some pictures taken ytd. More to come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040231576903523506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfJ_6jcKnLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1yWKJM0HWcQ/s400/bismarck+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS right here, is Bismarck 1 and I demand you to give them a BIG BIG wave. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040230537521437842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfJ--DcKnJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/V7UkkkOT7Jc/s400/OG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryam, me, Natt (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040230627715751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfJ_DTcKnKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jBkJvhL5_Do/s400/OG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathrine, Sharatul, Maryam, Natt, me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and dont worry you loyal as hell readers, I'm not shifting okay. Now you can turn that frown upside down! Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-1184951703471899176?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1184951703471899176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=1184951703471899176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1184951703471899176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/1184951703471899176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahah-hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrYIswu4L3U/RfJ_6jcKnLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1yWKJM0HWcQ/s72-c/bismarck+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-7929529716007819155</id><published>2007-03-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:19:19.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fusion Night you hot stuff you're fun like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WAS SUCH A HIGH OKAY. Everything. The whole day lah ok. DAMN HIGH. I mean come on, when everyone's "personal message" is raving about how great Bismarck 1 is, or ranting about the hot hot &lt;s&gt;heat&lt;/s&gt; cheers, that has &lt;em&gt;GOT&lt;/em&gt; to be some kind of indication! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply mad, loved it. More updates another day. Tired, need sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZY, NATT, and OG PERSON WHO TOOK PICTURES, quick send the pics! Ahhhhhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a :D after every para, let's end it with a huge ass one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-7929529716007819155?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7929529716007819155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=7929529716007819155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7929529716007819155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/7929529716007819155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/fusion-night-was-so-whoaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5919621163798730812</id><published>2007-03-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:30:19.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. Huda is Happy. Yes she is. Shocking right. Anyway, today met a whole group of new people (we were forced). But hey, it's okay. (: Tomorrow night will rock and we will win! Yes okay we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this once, in the hall and the three of us, Cheryl, Natt and myself got damn high and man... It was the closest thing to feeling like a Cedarian again okay. I know I keep talking about the past which. Well should be the past! But all's cool yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha! And mass dance! Simple yet damn fun lah. (I say simple right, but I can't exactly catch the whole thing either cos I kept laughing!) I did it with this Barker Boy (his name is harddd to rmb) and it was damn funny lah. Like he couldnt coordinate or something. Kept on laughing so hard! Stomach pain, aye. Even Vanessa who did it with us (OGL) couldn't stop laughing. Silly boys. They have bad hand-eye coordination! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda too, bruised her thighs herself. Like during the meet up thing after we were dismissed. Without realising it. More dumbass moments, I know. Also, I'm breaking out all over the place. Must be the lack of sleep. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm sorry everyone who've been trying to contact me! Sorry sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school (I like saying that do you realise? The whole I'm in school, I'm schooling, I'm a JC student thing. Hahah.), I found myself to be handicapped. Phoneless and walletless which means moneyless which means borrowing money from Natt (and thank you nice Jonathan who offered (: ) which also means I couldn't get the package thing today. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story but yah. YOU! CANT! CONTACT! ME! NEH NEH NEH POO POO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home at like 630 I think, (am watchless too btw) with Shirlene and Hamka, I always call him Hakma like Su the other time; Suhaila instead of Sulaiha. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirah and J! So sorry okay that I can't go to your YJ Jam&amp;amp;Hop thing. ): Cos SR's having this Fusion Night tmr too! Sorry babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need sleep. Nowwww. Night! I like SR. Simply said, it grows on you lah huh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36075158-5919621163798730812?l=-littleblackbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5919621163798730812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36075158&amp;postID=5919621163798730812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5919621163798730812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36075158/posts/default/5919621163798730812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/33-hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36075158.post-5745740032763557374</id><published>2007-03-08T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:30:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is right till proven wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the school compound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: "Omg Ma, Pa, this is shitty. LOOOK at the uniform."&lt;br /&gt;*laughter from the folks*&lt;br /&gt;H: "IT'S NOT FUNNY. I'll melt in three seconds when I enter the school. Because it's soo repulsive. I will MELT."&lt;br /&gt;*more laughter*&lt;br /&gt;H: "AYE. Stop laughing already. ): Omg, Ma. How."&lt;br /&gt;M: You'll be fine! Stop worrying. It wont be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;H: "MA HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PLACE?! IT'S OLD AND UGLY."&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;P: It will be okay. See you later darling girl.&lt;br /&gt;H: *grunts something*&lt;br /&gt;M: It will be okay. Really. Trust us. Call me when you get back home and tell me how it went.&lt;br /&gt;H: *grunts something*&lt;br /&gt;When the door's almost shut&lt;br /&gt;M: Good luck on your first day of school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Fairuz, it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I'm still fucking upset about this. I'm not talking to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;H: ME TOO LAH OK. This is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;F:Like so many fucking people came up to me to ask whether I checked the board. I ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;H: Huh. *approaching the hall* Welcome to the freakin' hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proved wrong. In this instance, I'm glad I was. I walked into the hall, and this pretty girl smiled warmly at me, so I smiled back and sat down. Thinking to myself "Ok, not bad. This is a good start. God help me please." That girl is New Friend Nat by the way. And would you believe it, we found something common to bitch about in like. Fifteen minutes I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal was rather cool actually! Hahah, he's funny. I like him. I think it's quite important to like your princapals! &lt;em&gt;"You are from Super RJC!" &lt;/em&gt;So maybe he's said to all the past cohorts? Haha. But he's okay. Nice enough.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I made more new friends. Yay. Oooh! And Jonathan from Maris NP is in my OG! Hahah. It's interesting to see people from NP in a non-NP light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OG's pretty cool actually. I mean, sure I cant really remember half their names (ok, maybe a third, I'm not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad.), but they seem alright. I'm honestly rethinking about appealing into TP. Or both TP/CJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know more of them better in class where we met our.. I dont know what really. OG teachers? Or smth lah. These two teachers. The guy seems kinda anal yet cool.. And the lady! I'm telling you, it's like an almost gurantee that most nasal teachers teach Geography. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yadayadayada the usual stuff I guess. The subject briefings from the teachers! Thankfully, the teachers that teach the subjects I'm thinking of taking seemed cool enough. Really, the last thing I want is to be cooped up in a room listening to Nasal Teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I think the teachers are okay lah. Those that I've met anyway. I kinda had the impression that the teachers will all have this monoton
